S​/​T 7"

by Dishpit

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released October 13, 2014



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Dishpit Minneapolis, Minnesota

Sadly we played our last show on April 23rd. www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rg-pGICWNVU
Please feel free to download our music but pretty please don't pay for it. Go buy beer to enhance your listening experience instead!

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Track Name: Dishpit Anthem
I could bang my head and get drunk all night but like pizza in west philly it's always just alright. At the parties and the shows it's the same old shit. Just going through the motions like a poseur in the pit. So drag me down to the railroad tracks to the spots by the river and the broken glass. Give me something to believe. I need something more than these stupid parties. Do you get so sick of being all alone but every time you go out you just wish you stayed at home? Do you still wanna never grow up? Wanna get drunk, ride bikes, and fuck shit up, yeah? Let's ditch this place and hit the streets again with a case of cheap beer and spray paint cans. I'm starting to believe that I don't ever wanna go to another party.
Track Name: Forever Punk
Such a beautiful city and suck an ugly history with xenophobic sandwich shops that celebrate the racist cops. The attitudes you represent, the narrow-minded ignorance, the hatred that is understood make this a bad neighborhood. What a nice surprise in a town that's so fucked up most of the time, For every shitty cheese steak made there's someone still not loving police so here's to ten more dead motherfuckers like you.
Track Name: Geno's
Still working fuckin beets. still hating the police. still just wandering around fuckin off in any town with the same old crowd. Still don't like going to bars. Still don't own a fuckin car. I'd rather be down by the tracks. Drinkin at the oil cans in the filth and all the trash. Still drinkin like before maybe drinkin even more. We're still pourin out our beers. Our friends are dying every year and now I'm running out of beer. no, I don't have no regrets. Though sometimes I'm depressed, things could be worse than this. I could buy some dumb shit, I could rack up some debt, I could just stop rebelling and vote democrat. But I'm positively full of negativity and I've got a never-ending hatred of authority. We're surviving just to spite em so we might as well keep fighting to be free. No, I don;t care to be a miserable fuck. I wanna spend my days with the weirdos and the punks just travelling around or maybe buy an old house. We can always have a place when the homies come to town because what else do we need? U never thought about the shit like job security. So up the punks, off the pigs, and I'll come visit you if you come visit me.
Track Name: Scrabble
Some think the kitchen sink is for the weak. I think you're full of shit. I see no benefit. Because I now that I can make more money in the kitchen but I don;t got the desire and I don't got the ambition. Don't wanna cook, don't wanna prep, don't wanna serve. I'm happy where I am. I know that I can make more money in an hour sucking dick in the alley or selling dope on the corner but I'm happy and I'm healthy and I get two shift drinks a night.
Track Name: Stupid Parties
My mind is fucked from years of non lights and fast food chains. It's have to have ambition in a world where things don't ever change. I hate fast food, I hate TV, I hate music, I hate movies. I this culture that they make. My eyes are red. My voice is shot. From raging against everything. I wish you still were just as angry, whining, screaming like me.(you used to be)
Track Name: Super America
Meet me at the cafe in the morning at eleven, sippin' coffee, layin' tile, killin' time for a living. We don't got nothing to say buy we don't have to say nothing if you just pick out some letters and let the words do the talking. So many words are swimming around in my head that I don't know what I played and I don't know what I said. I'm feeling kind of funny and my brain is really buzzing. I think hose tiles in my hand are trying to tell me something. I wanna tell you something but I don't know how to say it. I got some good letters buy I don't know where to play em'. I could think about this all day and everything would be the same. Maybe It's about time that I found a new game.