Kharmasandra Songtext
von John Watts

Poetry, music, images, words

Sandra Sloane was a lady of leisure
She lived alone by the College of Art
Took her dogs for a walk on Chelsea
Always sat with her legs apart
Sandra Sloane

Sandra Sloane had a permanent headache
Wore her shades when the lights were low
She used to visit me and use up my electricity
We used to say that the bird had gone

Sandra Sloane had her own apartment
Mirrored tiles on her bathroom wall
She knew her stars from her Che Guevaras
Her perfume candles when the fuse was blown
Sandra Sloane


Moon, come out tonight
Lighting my baby back home
Moon, the perfect light
Electrifying Sandra Sloane

Poetry, music, images, words

Get your sitars and your peculiar
Long away
But loose and fancy free
You taught me all about karma, Sandra
I told you all about me

I love your bizarre
I love your karma, Sandra
I love your bizarre
I love your karma
I love your bizarre
I love your karma, Sandra
I love your bizarre
I love your karma, Sandra
I love your bizarre
I love your karma, Sandra