Wake Up Your Seatmate started out as four girls wanting to make something they all had a passion for - MUSIC. Armed with two guitars and drums, the band first conquered their friends' backyards before landing their first big gig - the annual high school fair.

Upon graduation from high school, the girls decided to pursue the band seriously, balancing college work with band practices. After adding a bass player to further improve their sound, they did the rounds among Manila's hottest clubs and bars, gaining a loyal cult following along the way.

In October of 2006, they released their self - titled debut cd under Raven7 Multimedia. With two successful singles under its belt, the band started to gain more attention in Manila's rock music scene. And for the girls of Wake Up Your Seatmate, this was just the beginning of a whirlwind adventure they're more than ready and willing to embark!

Bio:
How it all started: “For Christmas when we were kids, ironically Dia got the guitar and I got the karaoke machine. We quickly learned, however, what we were natural at and destined to become. She became really focused on her voice and began singing little country ditties at local county fairs and retirement centers. I started out playing whatever was on the radio or whatever happened to be in my buddies' CD player. My dad was a DJ in his early twenties so he had quite an extensive record collection that I listened to occasionally. After I experienced my first heartbreak and I thought the world was going to end, the natural way to console my tattered heart was to write a song. Of course my parents, being the supportive and loving caretakers they are, showered me with much undeserved praise and encouraged me to keep writing. My sister and I heeded their advice and began writing and playing original songs together." – Meg

Their songs:

Turn around there's those eyes again.

Turn around fake indifference and I.

Watch their cold, dark silhouettes disappear.

A hundred bodies fill this room.

And all their faces overdone.

Pain is foreign, foreign to us.

I don't even know you.

You won't even know I'm gone.

Was it something I did wrong?

Roses, roses cold.Roses, roses sold out.

Turn around reds and whites again.

I'd sell my kicks for one more low tar.

Fevers hand in hand with shoelace bracelets.

Why are some girls so naive?He didn't unbutton your blouse to see.

A better view of your heart.

Oh yeah, can't blame you for trying.

I don't even know you.You won't even know I'm gone.

Was it something I did wrong?

Roses, roses cold.Roses, roses sold out

Sing it soft.

Make it slow.

Apples parachute the boys back down.

Fill it up.

Overflow.

A new, improved modern way to feel.

I don't even know you.

You won't even know I'm gone.

Was it something I did wrong?

We’re setting up Sundays

Watching the winter grow

So old

NoOh we’re making excuses

Our human frailties

Its not about me

Oh its never about me

Now our home/hope is gone

(And im)Ndime lost and alone

Now our lovers gone

(And im)Ndime lost and alone

Kid im right here (kid im right here)

And im not leaving

And theres no way to make you stay

But im saving (ohh im right here)

All my worries

For the day you don’t need me

Oh we’re selling out Mondays

Watching as childeren grow

So cold nooOh

were weighing our hands down

Our insecurities

Its not about me

Oh its never about me

Now I can’t go on

(And im)Ndime lost and alone

Now our lovers gone

And im lost and aloneKid im right here (im right here)

And im not leaving

And theres no WAY to make u stay

But im saving (ohhh im right here)

All my worries

For the day you don’t need me

Kid im right here

Its now morning

Theres no way

Please stay

Setting up Sunday

Watching their hearts in soil(so cold)

its not about meoh oh its never about me

Making excuses

For human frailty(It's not about me)

It's not about me(It's never about me)It's all about me