A chime that accompanies the body, and its many injuries and experiences!
Natural and creative...creation makes the world go around!
Wahi', pronounced (wo-hee, as in 'wa-ter') and The Natives Have Spoken was born into the atmosphere of creation. We are young, proud, wild, primal yet civilized in an educated man's world. We know what we want, and that is to make ourselves, our families and our nation proud. The spirits tell our instincts what man is supposed to do with his life; and "our" lives had no choice. Listen and feel my friends. The spirits of the Natives call you and appreciate you. We hope you in turn, now and forever, will feel the same!
Wahi' and The Natives Have Spoken...1832-1932-1965-the future...
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Story behind the song
A close relative was talking to me about a scar on his arm, and then another, and then another after that, and so on. Once he finished, and I had boasted of mine, he pointed out that our bodies are just a diary of our lives. He was right...read Wahi's diary, then ponder and ask if you will show me yours? Hide your diary or display it; no matter, it is there for mankind to see.
Lyrics
The Body is a Diary--by Wahi'
Aaaah, Laaah, Aaaaaaa
I live, you live, we live "life"
He knew, she knew, I'll explain...
I fell on stone,
Scarred my knee on stone, boy alone
A hit-and run, a steal-and slide, an ache-before the base
Cut me, scar me, take me home
A slip on the ice,
A stick and a slice, flesh is sown
A slow-walk home, a pup-needs me, take him-hide him
My new friend, in our home, not alone, a new son, watch us grow
Hit me once more
Friendship is no more, broken bone
Friends come-and go, heart breaks-once again, run fast-run hard
Twist this "right," and your pain will show, all alone
Chin up now, scars will show
...I want to tell you, I want to show you, you can see me...
You can see my diary...
First touch, and a kiss
Leave me and leave you, "two" alone
First love-then next, one two-we're through, girl lost-pain came
Wear me down and the pain will show, all alone
Once again, age will show
Young man is now gone,
Wise man still remains, old doors close
Old knees-wear down, back aches-eyes dull, work hard-fight life
See me reach, "spirit" starts to grow, it will show
Deep inside, my "light" glows
...I want to tell you, I want to show you, you can see me...
You can see my diary...
Aaaah, Laaah, Aaaaaaa
I live, you live, we live "life"
...chime, fade, beat, fade, rekindle, fade again...
