Halfcaste (from Man and His music Volume II). . . . I got a girl in Brixham town. Her daddy don't like me hangin' 'round. The boy ain't black, the boy is brown. Don't he know it's a halfcaste t
Halfcaste (from Man and His music Volume II). . . . I got a girl in Brixham town. Her daddy don't like me hangin' 'round. The boy ain't black, the boy is brown. Don't he know it's a halfcaste t
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe. There's people always dying, trying to keep 'em alive. His body's decomposing in containers tonight. In an abandoned building
chance, peace like your arms to hold me. Build you a caste with the tower to high that women came from smoking. Need and angel with some wings so fly love me some holy holy. {Chorus}. Cause my fingers
universe the most spacious. Seen and heard in all places, but still appear faceless. Embraces all races, all caste and all cases. In every spec of life he's the substance of all traces. . Break. . The