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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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The Womb - Move The Universe (Official Music Video)
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December 24, 2025 at 8:36 AM
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Lyrics:
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
July 6, 2025 at 12:57 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
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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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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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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
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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
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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?
April 19, 2025 at 3:06 PM
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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