Chandala is a Sanskrit word for someone who deals with disposal of corpses, and is a Hindu lower caste, traditionally considered to be untouchable.
Varna was a hierarchical social order in ancient India, based on the Vedas. Since the Vedic corpus constitute the earliest literary source, it came to be seen as the origin of caste society. In this Brahmanical view of caste, the varnas were created on a particular occasion and have remained virtually unchanged. In the varna ordering of society notions of purity and pollution were central and activities were worked out in this context. Varna divides the society into four groups ordered in a hierarchy, the fifth being Chandala (untouchable) and therefore beyond the pale.
According to Romila Thapar, there are two views about Chandalas. One view is that they were people on the edges of settlements; they were either forced there by encroaching settlers, or requiring a habitat where they lived by hunting and food-gathering. Their language was separate and incomprehensible to the Indo-Aryan speakers. Their occupations were looked upon as extremely low; they included hunting and weaving rush-mats. Others argue that the growth of towns in the Indo-Gangetic plain resulted in the marginalization of some people, who were then forced to perform menial tasks. These were associated with pollution in the hierarchy of ritual stratification; they were then called Chandalas. Thapar argues that the two categories, Brahman at the top and Chandala at the bottom, acted as social counterweights. It ensured a permanent and subjugated labour force, with a combination of hereditary status with economic deprivation and social disabilities.
yeah!
now the clock counts down
now the clock counts down
time has faded, a change is coming, is in the air
midnight is waiting before you know it, it will be here!
when the clock strikes twelve tonight
grab me, never let me go!
can touch me, kiss me all the time
like you never see me again!
chorus:
let's live this moment like our last time,
so hold me like this is our last night
if the clock counts down form ten to one tonight
best start this countdown form ten to one!
now hold me like this is the last night
if the clock counts down from ten to one
best start this countdown form ten to one!
time is wasting, don't let me slip through your hands
like the hourglass, i can disappear like the sand!
when the clock strikes twelve tonight
grab me, never let me go!
can touch me, kiss me all the time
like you never see me again!
chorus:
let's live this moment like our last time,
so hold me like this is our last night
if the clock counts down form ten to one
best start this countdown form ten to one!
now hold me like this is the last night
if the clock counts down from ten to one
best start this countdown form ten to one!
ten we stand together, tonight!
nine do whatever,
eight, it gets better, it's our time!
seven, let's keep it going
six, don't stop moving
five, let's dance until it's four, three, two, one! (x2)
chorus:
let's live this moment like our last time,
so hold me like this is our last night
if the clock counts down form ten to one
best start this countdown form ten to one!
now hold me like this is the last night
if the clock counts down from ten to one