The Womb

@thewombmusic.com

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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.

Lyrics: Pins and needles are cutting through my skin But not from the outside, they’re coming from within And I wish it was a metaphor, or something I could sing But I can’t stop bleeding from those needles and pins
The cover of The Womb's single 'Pins and Needles'.
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
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
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
The cover of The Womb's album 'Hyperarousal 25'.
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
The cover of The Womb's single 'The Zeroes Weren't Good To Me'.
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
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
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?
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
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
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
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
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
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
The cover of The Womb's single 'What's a Nice Girl Like You Doing in a Place Like This? (Trans Solidarity Version)'.
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
The cover of The Womb's single '44 Degrees'.
The cover of The Womb's single 'Teaching Machines to Dance'.
Flyer for The Womb's album 'Anthems For Doomed Youth'. #1 (1999) Recorded on a computer held together with sellotape in a caravan in a back garden in the depths of suburban England in 1998 and 1999. Remastered on a computer with cutting-edge artificial intelligence during the tail end of a pandemic in an apartment in Australia in 2023.
The back cover of The Womb's single 'Release The Hounds'.
Lyrics: 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? 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
Lyrics: 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 cover of The Womb's single 'Release The Hounds'.
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
The cover of The Womb's single 'What's a Nice Girl Like You Doing in a Place Like This? (part 2)'.
The back cover of The Womb's single 'What's a Nice Girl Like You Doing in a Place Like This? (part 1)'.
Lyrics: 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
Lyrics: 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
The cover of The Womb's single 'What's a Nice Girl Like You Doing in a Place Like This? (part 1)'.
The cover of The Womb's single 'Snowbound in Gdansk'.
The cover of The Womb's single 'Dragon Hunting on the Yarra 2'.