Get The Fuck Out

Youre like a snake 

with venom in your mouth

When you scream 

you fill the world with doubt

You slither and slide 

marking tracks in your way

Leaving lives to rot and decay

Youre a little bitch and im a fucking fool

You spread your legs for anyone with a tool

But now that I'm on to your evil plans

Aint gonna fall again, you understand?

You can shout all you want 

and scream at me

All your noise 

sounds like your own eulogy

Your dead to me 

and you aint ever comin back

So get the fuck out 

and find another land to track. 

Judged Again

About this time last year, some fucking bitch judged me and tried to get me fired for mistakes like typos, when in fact, she was guilty of that which she accused me of. In the end, she's the one that left and HR never even received her complaint.

This year, i get judged again for having no responsibilities when in truth, i work 5 jobs, have 3 sons, a wife, and a very active rock n roll band. Again, an unfair judgement made in blindness by people that only see one side of a story and have no idea what was really going on nor which responsibilities I had assumed. 

Worthy to mention is that it was suggested that I had mentioned to turn over a dirty diaper of one of my children in order to use again rather than to go and purchase new diapers. Seriously, what the actual fuck?

It's stories like these that have reminded me of conversations I've had with friends in the passed about people who have likewise done them wrong. They have chosen to take the high road and simply block these people out of their lives rather than retaliating or stooping to their level of ignorance and false sense of righteousness to even speak in a black and white format when in fact there are tons of grey areas that they have no idea even exist. 

No Sleep

So as of last week, I now officially have 5 jobs.

1. Concierge at Aura Lifestyle.
2. Road Manager of Cheats
3. Road Manager of Nicole Asencio
4. Artist Liaison of Malasimbo 2017
5. Stage Manager of Ely Buendia

After Radio Republic cut me loose and I was jobless for 4 months, I became so desperate for work that I sought it out in every possible way that was possible. I practically begged for work and made myself available for even the slightest income, even if I deemed it an insulting amount to pay someone for the work that was required.

But then I started landing some work. I got a phone call here and a text message there and now there was work to be done. It was good work for decent money and I was starting to gain some self respect again. And I kept pushing. I kept moving forward and never looking back. I remembered that opportunity only knocks on your door once and that I shouldn't shun it due to fatigue, lack of sleep, or laziness. I didn't even turn down work even if it meant missing important functions or time with my family.

Then more work started landing on my lap. Scheduling was becoming tedious and my hours were starting to eat into other jobs that needed tending. Before long, I wasn't sure how to shuffle them all but with a lot of effort and time put in into making it work, I was able to continue up and running.

And here I am now, its nearly 4 in the morning, i've just come from a gig at 70's Bistro with the Blue Jean Junkies, and i'm about to start my concierge shift, which by the way, I wont be completing as i've got to get to Green Sun to do line/sound check for Ely's gig tonight. Then tomorrow I have Cheats at Route 196. On Sunday i've got another gig with Ely at the PICC. Then on Monday im skipping my concierge shift to do a gig with Nicole at the PICC and Sofitel.

So I don't sleep much anymore, but I remain grateful for all of the work been given to me and I hope that I manage to continue handling all 5 jobs, plus my family, plus the Junkies.

Here's to an even better 2017!

She's Comin' For You

This is the last song I wrote that night I wrote 3 songs in a row. It's weird, I feel like I might have the melody but I can't figure out the chords, nor am I sure i'd even want this negative energy into my music.

Karma is a bitch and she's comin for you
She's got your drugs and is about to fuck you
Hold on tight cuz she's a pissed off mother fucker
You shouldn't have messed with her you stupid liar.

Now you're dead and gonna suffer bad
Are you ready to lose everything you've had?
Don't say sorry now, its too little too late
The time has come for you to enter your fate.

Here she comes, she's a ball of fire
You're gonna burn in a funeral pyre
Take your last breath and think of the passed
That you destroyed by lying about something that wouldn't last.

Hoy, ikaw!

I also consider this to be lyrics but again, I doubt it'll ever find a way into a song.

Hoy. Ikaw. Sino ka ba?
Dada ka ng dada, kala mo'y may dahilan ang salita
na sinasabi mo'y wala naman halaga
sa mga taong kausap mo.

Hoy. Ikaw. Sinungalin.
Ano bang pinagsasabi mo? Ba't ka naghahanap ng paraan
upang sirain ang ibig sabihin.

Hoy. Ikaw. Siraulo.
Mag medisina ka nga para di na maulit ang pinagiisip mo
na walang halaga sa ating mundo at para di na mauto
ang mga kasama mo na wala naman may sakit katulad mo.

Fuckin' Snake

Remember that post I wrote about that fucking bitch that I thought was my best friend?

Well, I wrote some lyrics with her in mind. I doubt this will find it's way into a song, but nonetheless, it felt good to vent through these words.

You're like a snake with venom in your mouth
When you scream you fill the world with doubt
You slither and slide marking tracks in your way
Leaving lives to rot and decay

You're a little bitch and i'm a fucking fool
You spread your legs for anyone with a fucking tool
But now that i'm on to your evil plans
Ain't gonna fall again, you understand?

You can shout all you want and scream at me
All your noise sounds like your own eulogy
Your dead to me and you aint ever comin' back
So get the fuck out and find another land to track.

Here's the link to that post I was talking about:
http://lifebymiggy.blogspot.com/2015/12/fights-at-office.html

My Best Friend Hates Me

So late last week, I found out that one of my best friends hates my fucking guts and that she'd written a report against me and tried to get me fired.

What the fuck is that?

She made some claims and tried to use them as points against me, but they turned out to be petty claims that, for the most part, was virtually disregarded. In the end, nothing was really damaging, except for the fact that I lost someone who I deemed a really good friend.

Lotta fuckin' psycho's in this world man, you gotta really know who your friends are before they try to stab you in the back.