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The Womb

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The Womb is the chameleonic band of @alandriscoll.com, from the UK and currently based in Australia.

From 1998 to 2023 we released 25 albums and 125 singles in 25 years. Phase two began in 2024.

Our discography is free to download from thewombmusic.com.

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July 6, 2025 at 12:57 PM

The Womb

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The Womb's new single 'Pins and Needles' is out now. Download or stream for free at thewombmusic.com/singles, or free/pay-what-you-feel from thewombmusic.bandcamp.com.

The cover of The Womb's single 'Pins and Needles'.

July 6, 2025 at 12:55 PM

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Lyrics (continued) and tracklisting:

What’s a Nice Girl Like You Doing in a Place Like This? (part 2)

There's a row of empty seating in an empty waiting room
So get in line and take a number and the nurse will see you soon
But first we need to calm the commentators and the critics
And pacify the parents who keep protesting the clinic

And the angry ex-comedians who think they've found their niche
Mixing photographs of predators with panic and pastiche
And there's pending litigation, and a defamation trial
So if you're wanting medication, you'll be waiting quite a while

And what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
How dare you violate my right for you to not exist
There's a revolution coming, or maybe it's just a turn
I don't want to start a witch hunt, I'm just here to watch you burn

There's a row of shower cubicles with Xs on the door
And vigilante footprints in the bloodstains on the floor
And there's a looping infomercial selling feminist supplies
Like stickers, zines and discount Harry Potter merchandise

While punch drunk thugs in run down pubs are waiting for their cue
To take that multicoloured flag and turn it black and blue
And violence can be lucrative, but silence truly golden
There's fifty times more protest signs than people there to hold them

And what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
Won't someone think of the children? Won't someone think of the kids?
There's a revolution coming, but it's not quite ready yet
We're a little short of people but we'll take what we can get

And how much shit do you think will stick
If we put this on the front page?
How many clicks can we get on these pics
For repulsion to turn to rage?
And how many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him by his name?
How many times do you need to be told
These things are not the same?

What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
If you're lost and need direction, I'd be happy to assist
There's a revolution coming, but I wouldn't hold your breath
I don't want to take your rights, I'm just here to claim what's left

What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
Don't ever call me sister, don't ever call me cis
There's a revolution coming, but it's not one you can join
I don't want to choose a side, I'm just here to toss the coin

1. What’s a Nice Girl Like You Doing in a Place Like This? (part 1)
2. Katelyn’s Last Words
3. Release The Hounds
4. Fire Exit For Private Tenants Only
5. Kylie Said To Jason
6. Dragon Hunting On The Yarra 2
7. 44 Degrees
8. What’s a Nice Girl Like You Doing in a Place Like This? (part 2)

© The Womb 2025

June 23, 2025 at 12:09 PM

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Lyrics (continued):

Your ethics are atrocious but your optimism's cute
Like daughters of dictators begging daddy not to shoot
We're mass producing more for when there's nothing left to loot, so come on down

We'll stand up and be counted now that everyone's lost count
We'll undersell your numbers but still charge the full amount
But we're sharing all your slogans from our corporate account, so simmer down

And come the revolution, we're the ones that build the wall
We already signed the contract, we're just waiting for the call
You got so high and mighty that you're destined for a fall, so don't look down

Release the hounds, send in the clowns
Let them fight it out downtown
Whoever's left standing can claim the higher ground, so come on down

Release the hounds, send in the clowns
It doesn't matter if you're black or brown
We've got causes of all colours for you all to rally round, so come on down

Fire Exit For Private Tenants Only

The rats with wings all spread disease and the sleeping dogs wake up with fleas
And the fire exit's for private tenants only

It's the hottest day of the year, and I can see your house from here
And the fire exit's for private tenants only

It doesn't matter how high you jump, there's a mile-wide blockage in the water pump
And the fire exit's for private tenants only

All I wanted was a plot of arable land, and the guidance of God's infallible hand
But the fire exit's for private tenants only

The greatest trick the devil pulled was convincing the world he was a harmless fool
And the fire exit's for private tenants only

You've got to wonder what Kevorkian thinks of the frogs all voting for the scorpion king
And the fire exit's for private tenants only

A new dawn is flickering nearer and you're just a relic from the Soviet era
And the fire exit's for private tenants only

So please remember what the firemen said, and stay put, like the Easter Island heads
Because the fire exit's for private tenants only

You can't blow smoke when you're choking for breath
I wouldn't piss on you if you were burning to death

Dragon Hunting on the Yarra 2

There's an endless feed of fascist sloganeering scrolling past my bleary eyes
While the architects of social disconnection keep on peeking through the blinds
And there's a constant stream of pornographic feedback interrupting every thought
While the windows shatter inwards, criminals are craving to be caught

So I've been sitting in the shadows, making friends with all the local cats
Because I'm no good at solving puzzles, I just know how to follow maps
And I've been searching through your secrets, just trying to find some way to pass the time
Because I'm no good at picking pockets, I just know how to read your mind

And if the market crashes just before I'm cashing out my final cheque
You'll find me hunting dragons on the Yarra where they haven't raided yet
And when the missile launches and their forces start to form upon the beach
You'll find me hunting dragons on the Yarra where their radar doesn't reach

I've been wading through the echoes of some ultraviolent slapstick cabaret
While waiting for the bombs to drop that make it all redundant anyway
And I've been waiting for the signal to evacuate and hide out in the hills
Where the sunset happens backwards, cockroaches are craving to be killed

And I've been signing all my letters with a hieroglyph that used to be my name
Because I'm not good at dodging bullets, I just know how to throw your aim
And I've been sending coded messages to anyone who's still alive to hear
Because I'm no good at revolutions, I just know how to disappear

And if the market crashes just before I'm cashing out my final cheque
You'll find me hunting dragons on the Yarra where they haven't raided yet
And when the missile launches and their forces start to form upon the beach
You'll find me hunting dragons on the Yarra where their radar doesn't reach

44 Degrees

Supernatural cinephiles with cute tattoos and killer smiles
Have got their moment in the sun at last
They juggle fire and dance burlesque, it's all so Tarantinoesque
Nostalgia for a non-existent past

The working classes burn alive, while kids livestream their suicides
Still no-one seems to know which side they're on
Everyone's an island now, so line up for the final bow
Take one last quick look before it's gone

Now the trains all run on time, you can tie yourself to the railway line
But you'll still have to pay the fine, if you don't pay the fees
So take the tip of your cigarette and burn yourself so you don't forget
There's nothing right and there's nothing left when it's 44 degrees

Does anyone here remember when the girls were girls and men were men?
And deviance was buried underground
The murderers and maniacs are glad to have the Nazis back
They missed out on the fun the first time round

Conspiracies and cryptic clues and post-apocalyptic blues
Are all that stand between us and the flood
And now the tide is coming in, I guess we should have learned to swim
Before the sea turned crimson with our blood

Now the trains all run on time, you can tie yourself to the railway line
But you'll still have to pay the fine, if you don't pay the fees
So take the tip of your cigarette and burn yourself so you don't forget
There's nothing right and there's nothing left when it's 44 degrees

June 23, 2025 at 12:08 PM

The Womb

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Lyrics:

What’s a Nice Girl Like You Doing in a Place Like This? (part 1)

There's a row of burnt-out streetlights in the backstreet of this town
Shining darkness on public housing while the sirens echo round
And behind every broken window, there's a different tale of fear
Where the goddesses impoverished all wait for the coast to clear

There's a row of burnt-out brain cells in the outskirts of my mind
They died in vain trying to keep me sane for the hundred thousandth time
And how many roads must a man walk down, before you call the police?
And how many years can you lock it all up, before it all gets released?

And what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
Haven't you heard the news? Didn't you see the twist?
There's a revolution coming, but it's not the one you need
I don't want to start a riot, I'm just here to plant the seed

There's a row of burning candles spelling out my sister's name
While the vultures and the vandals huff and puff to kill the flame
And there's a meeting in the city, to discuss what can be done
And how on earth can we stop this curse from spoiling all our fun?

There's a camgirl in a gas mask celebrating her last shift
She's done with porn in the college dorm, and she's waiting for a lift
And the voyeurs and their lawyers all line up to take the stand
A stopped clock's still right twice a day, but not if you cut off its hands

And what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
Come on, give us a smile, come on, give us a kiss
There's a revolution coming, but it's not the one you think
And I don't want to steer the ship, I'm just here to watch it sink

There's a vampire on my doorstep and he wants to be let in
And if I let him cross my threshold then he won't dare bite my skin
So I contemplate his offer while I fumble for my keys
Because he can't see his reflection and I might be needing these

And what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
I'd like to give you access, but your name's not on the list
And there's a revolution coming, but it's not what you expect
I don't want to give you credit, I'm just here to cash the check

What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
And the Kray twins loved their mother, so I guess they were feminists
And there's a revolution coming, but it's not the one you'd hope
I don't want to start a lynching, I'm just here to hold the rope

Katelyn’s Last Words

Send a signal through the wormhole, let the phone ring just a few short minutes sooner
In this version of the universe, a fate like Laura Palmer's younger sister
And "Don't make fun of emos, lift their sleeves and kiss their scars"
At least that's what she told us, but the moment's kinda passed

Because a dozen years is more than enough of this shit
Yeah, a dozen years is more than enough of this shit

And I can't bring myself to listen to Katelyn's last words
And maybe that's the problem, maybe that's her curse
Because there should have been a chorus, there was only a verse
And instead of a beginning, there were Katelyn's last words

Scrawled graffiti on the floorboards where the wind blows in says "This is where I hang"
While your scars spell out the username of yet another psychopathic man
Like a painting of a sunset, an eternity unfolds behind your eyes
And I don't blame you for deciding that it wasn't worth the wait for it to rise

Because a dozen years is more than enough of this shit
Yeah, a dozen years is more than enough of this shit

And I can't bring myself to listen to Katelyn's last words
And maybe that's the problem, maybe that's her curse
Because where should have been a chorus, there was only a verse
And instead of a beginning, there were Katelyn's last words

Release The Hounds

We've had enough of experts, we've had enough of truth
We've had enough of evidence, we've had enough of proof
The numbers are phenomenal, the sales are through the roof, don't shut it down

For some of them it's gender, for some of them it's race
It's hard to tell the difference with a phone strapped to your face
If only these minorities would know their fucking place, we'd shut it down

And i don't even care enough for this to make me mad
I'll light my cigarillo from the embers of your flag
It's the worst it's ever been, but still the best you’ve ever had, so don't get down

You can tear down all the statues, you can loot the Colosseum
We'll salvage them and sell them to the slavery museum
Put them up on pedestals and still charge you to see them, come on down

Release the hounds, send in the clowns
Let them fight it out downtown
Whoever's left standing can claim the higher ground, so come on down

Release the hounds, send in the clowns
It doesn't matter if you're black or brown
We've got causes of all colours for you all to rally round, so come on down

The purists and the puritans are paraphrasing god
With photographs of foetuses and animated frogs
It's such a silly question but don't none of you have jobs you're holding down?

June 23, 2025 at 12:06 PM

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@thewombmusic.com

The Womb's new album 'Hyperarousal 25', in association with @theklfrs.bsky.social, is out now.

Not a remix or a re-recording, but a Re-Enactment.

Download or stream for free at thewombmusic.com, or free/pay-what-you-feel from thewombmusic.bandcamp.com.

The cover of The Womb's album 'Hyperarousal 25'.

June 23, 2025 at 12:03 PM

The Womb

@thewombmusic.com

Lyrics:

I met her in the zeroes, halfway through my search
On a secret stairway to the rooftop of the church
The stars were our umbrella underneath the city skyline
And we kissed while they sang 'The Dark Is Rising'

She broke her glowsticks open, and smeared them on her face
Like some kind of disco warpaint, the epitome of grace
With a different color wig for every cycle of her mood
A schizophrenic striptease til we both were fully nude

Now she's climbing on the roof and threatening to jump
I'm calling for an ambulance to get her stomach pumped
Fighting off the flashbacks while strobes destroy my brain
We're all self-destructing at a different rate of pain

Now I'm done with the nightmare, I'm finally free
The zeroes weren't good to me
Now I'm done with the nightmare, I'm finally free
The zeroes weren't good to me

There's bloodstains on the walls, and we've broken all our toys
A never-ending playback of experimental noise
We're dancing to the rhythms of anxiety attacks
Sampling my heartbeat for a remix of the track

Wearing suits on fairground rides so as not to break the spell
It's the oldest rollercoaster and it's rickety as hell
We're running out of alibis to cover up our sins
We robbed another bar last night and blamed it on our twins

My lover's making dinner, but the pans are full of pills
My friends are eating cactuses and telling me to chill
There's bombs going off in London, and bombs going off at home
The house burned down at Christmas so we spent New Year alone

Now I'm done with the nightmare, I'm finally free
The zeroes weren't good to me
Now I'm done with the nightmare, I'm finally free
The zeroes weren't good to me

Naked girls in stereo with blindfolds and restraints
Their arms in blood red plaster casts I'm hoping is just paint
Envelopes of cash stuffed in the mailbox once again
And a perfume-scented letter with instructions how to spend

A friend of mine was murdered, and another faked her death
And whether dead or still alive, there's not that many left
But there's cardboard cut out silhouettes cropping up in nearby streets
In the shape of my ex-lover, painted red to match her teeth

There's a dealer in the kitchen with a crossbow in his hand
And I'm reeling from concussion, but I doubt he understands
There's fireworks in the garden, and there's a garden in the house
The weeds are getting overgrown, and it's time that I moved out

Now I'm done with the nightmare, I'm finally free
The zeroes weren't good to me
Now I'm done with the nightmare, I'm finally free
The zeroes weren't good to me

June 10, 2025 at 1:47 AM

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The Womb's new single 'The Zeroes Weren't Good To Me' is out now. Download or stream for free at thewombmusic.com, or free/pay-what-you-feel from thewombmusic.bandcamp.com.

The cover of The Womb's single 'The Zeroes Weren't Good To Me'.

June 10, 2025 at 1:45 AM

The Womb

@thewombmusic.com

What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
Don't ever call me sister, don't ever call me cis
There's a revolution coming, but it's not one you can join
I don't want to choose a side, I'm just here to toss the coin

April 19, 2025 at 3:07 PM

The Womb

@thewombmusic.com

What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
If you're lost and need direction, I'd be happy to assist
There's a revolution coming, but I wouldn't hold your breath
I don't want to take your rights, I'm just here to claim what's left

April 19, 2025 at 3:07 PM

The Womb

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April 19, 2025 at 3:06 PM

The Womb

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And what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
Won't someone think of the children? Won't someone think of the kids?
There's a revolution coming, but it's not quite ready yet
We're a little short of people but we'll take what we can get

April 19, 2025 at 3:06 PM

The Womb

@thewombmusic.com

While punch drunk thugs in run down pubs are waiting for their cue
To take that multicoloured flag and turn it black and blue
And violence can be lucrative, but silence truly golden
There's fifty times more protest signs than people there to hold them

April 19, 2025 at 3:06 PM

The Womb

@thewombmusic.com

There's a row of shower cubicles with Xs on the door
And vigilante footprints in the bloodstains on the floor
And there's a looping infomercial selling feminist supplies
Like stickers, zines and discount Harry Potter merchandise

April 19, 2025 at 3:05 PM

The Womb

@thewombmusic.com

And what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
How dare you violate my right for you to not exist
There's a revolution coming, or maybe it's just a turn
I don't want to start a witch hunt, I'm just here to watch you burn

April 19, 2025 at 3:04 PM

The Womb

@thewombmusic.com

And the angry ex-comedians who think they've found their niche
Mixing photographs of predators with panic and pastiche
And there's pending litigation, and a defamation trial
So if you're wanting medication, you'll be waiting quite a while

April 19, 2025 at 3:03 PM

The Womb

@thewombmusic.com

There's a row of empty seating in an empty waiting room
So get in line and take a number and the nurse will see you soon
But first we need to calm the commentators and the critics
And pacify the parents who keep protesting the clinic

April 19, 2025 at 3:03 PM

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In the absence of in person solidarity being an option, here's a special Trans Solidarity Version of The Womb's single 'What's a Nice Girl Like You Doing in a Place Like This?'.

Free download from thewombmusic.com or thewombmusic.bandcamp.com.

The cover of The Womb's single 'What's a Nice Girl Like You Doing in a Place Like This? (Trans Solidarity Version)'.

April 19, 2025 at 3:02 PM

The Womb

@thewombmusic.com

Supernatural cinephiles with cute tattoos and killer smiles
Have got their moment in the sun at last
They juggle fire and dance burlesque, it's all so Tarantinoesque
Nostalgia for a non-existent past

The working classes burn alive while kids livestream their suicides
Still no-one seems to know which side they're on
Everyone's an island now, so line up for the final bow
Take one last quick look before it's gone

Now the trains all run on time, tie yourself to the railway line
But you'll still have to pay the fine, if you don't pay the fees
So take the tip of your cigarette, burn yourself so you don't forget
There's nothing right and there's nothing left when it's 44 degrees

Does anyone here remember when the girls were girls and men were men?
And deviance was buried underground
The murderers and maniacs are glad to have the Nazis back
They missed out on the fun the first time round

Conspiracies and cryptic clues and post-apocalyptic blues
Are all that stand between us and the flood
And now the tide is coming in, I guess we should have learned to swim
Before the sea turned crimson with our blood

Now the trains all run on time, you can tie yourself to the railway line
But you'll still have to pay the fine, if you don't pay the fees
So take the tip of your cigarette, burn yourself so you don't forget
There's nothing right and there's nothing left when it's 44 degrees

April 4, 2025 at 1:03 PM

The Womb

@thewombmusic.com

The Womb's new single '44 Degrees' is out now. Download or stream for free at thewombmusic.com, or free/pay-what-you-feel from thewombmusic.bandcamp.com.

The cover of The Womb's single '44 Degrees'.

April 4, 2025 at 1:02 PM

The Womb

@thewombmusic.com

The Womb's new single 'Teaching Machines to Dance' is out now. Download or stream for free at thewombmusic.com, or free/pay-what-you-feel from thewombmusic.bandcamp.com.

The cover of The Womb's single 'Teaching Machines to Dance'.

March 17, 2025 at 9:10 AM

The Womb

@thewombmusic.com

The Womb recorded 25 albums between forming in 1998 and our 25th anniversary in 2023. They are currently being remastered in chronological order. Download or stream the new versions for free at thewombmusic.com, or pay-what-you-feel from thewombmusic.bandcamp.com.