TCR 017 - s​/​t (cassette)

by Womb Bomb

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    Manufactured in a run of 100 copies and features a full-color fold-out J-card that's decorated with a collage of uterine fibroids, dermoid cysts, bloody feminine hygiene products, and hearts.

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about

Womb Bomb is an extra bitter riot grrrl band from Houston, Texas. On this limited-edition cassette, the temporarily defunct, bass driven, lo-fi project – who has played just one show (in an abandoned doctor’s office) – examine public transit harassment, PMS tropes, rape culture, and the denial of health care for Texas women via only slightly tongue-in-cheek garage trash punk.

The full-color fold-out J-card is decorated with a collage of uterine fibroids, dermoid cysts, bloody feminine hygiene products, and hearts.

Womb Bomb – which routinely practiced in an apartment in the city’s Museum District that had a verified electrical problem, a significant gas leak, rats in the attic, and a colony of stray cats living outside – is Kira Black on drums, ????? on guitar, and Lindsey Simard on bass and vocals.

Recorded live by Ian Wells at KTRU Rice Radio in Houston in November 2013. All songs by Womb Bomb except “Bad Girls” by Bob’s Burgers. Album art by Lindsey Simard.

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released February 27, 2014

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Track Name: Don't Look At Me
don’t look at me
don’t look at me
don’t look at me
don’t look at me

don’t talk to me
don’t talk to me
don’t talk to me
don’t talk to me

i’m riding the lightrail
i’m going to work
i’m keeping busy
got my headphones on and my notebook out


i can feel your gaze undress me
i can see your dirty thoughts past your corneas
everyone is gawking, staring
they just can’t wait for my reaction

i can feel your gaze undress me
i can see your dirty thoughts past your corneas
everyone is gawking, staring
they just love the drama

if i say something you’ll call me a bitch
cuz you’re only making conversation
i’m so tired of feeling like shit
when i don’t owe you anything

if i say something you’ll call me a cunt
don’t i know how to take a compliment
i’m so tired of feeling like shit
when i don’t owe you anything

i deserve to be
i deserve to be
i deserve to be
left alone
Track Name: Sit Around And Bleed
cramps killing me
super plus tampon’s not enough
overnight pad diaper
i can’t sleep still worried about leaks

no energy anemic
dehydration and bloating
of course i’ve got a headache
my uterus loves being a dick

sit around and bleed
sit around and bleed
if i have to you have to
if i have to you have to
if i have to you have to
if i have to you have to

everyone is fucking annoying
watch out or i’ll throw my tampon at you
it’s not new it’s used
it’s not new
it’s used

you think you’re such a good boyfriend
but you’re always trying to make me do what i don’t want to do
you don’t know how it feels
guess i’ll just have to stab you

look at you
you’re bleeding to death on the couch
i think maybe you can relate now
you still want to do all that stuff?
i didn’t think so
Track Name: Girl Alone
escort me to my car
i’m a girl alone
don’t let me out of sight
no walking home

i can’t defend myself
they’ll overpower me
women must be victims
and i’m a girl alone

i wanna live my life
not change my behaviors
but i’m a girl alone
there’s so many male dangers

and it’ll be my fault
if i’m dead in the morning
cuz when you’re a girl alone
you gotta heed all the warnings

girl alone
girl alone at night

pepper spray, tasers
none of it matters
self defense, crying out
lying face down in the gutter
Track Name: Texas Song (You Don't Get to Tell Me)
you don’t get to tell me when my life matters
you don’t get to tell me when my life matters
you don’t get to tell me when my life matters
you don’t get to tell me when my life matters
you don’t get to decide what i need

you’re wasting all of your energy
trying to fix something that’s working
you’re wasting all of our time
you should focus on a real problem

acting like you’re a doctor or something
you’re just a politician

pretending you’re protecting women
you don’t know anything about being human
taking away others’ rights
we won’t give up health care without a fight

sick of your concern trolling
sick of your paternalistic controlling
patriarchy trying to keep us down
but we’re shouting out loud

you don’t get to tell me when my life matters
you don’t get to decide what i need