Bubbles on the Moon

by Alex Koman

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released March 6, 2015

Music, lyrics and lead vocals by Alex Koman

"Bubbles On the Moon" produced, recorded, mixed and instruments performed by Aubrey Shamel

"Flags" and "Dancing Down The Gallery" produced, recorded, mixed and instruments performed by Alex Koman

"Crystal Clear" produced, performed, recorded and mixed by Alex Koman

"Crystal Clear (Demo Version)" recorded by Alex Koman and starring his niece

"The Ridges and the Bumps" produced, recorded, mixed, harmonies and instruments performed by Aubrey Shamel except bass and cajón played by Jason Scott Faylen

"His Stuff" produced, performed, recorded and mixed by Alex Koman

"Bubbles On the Moon (Acoustic Version)" recorded and guitar performed by Aubrey Shamel

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Track Name: Bubbles on the Moon
Dreams are wasted on our youth
Dreams are wasted on our youth
Dreams are wasted on our youth
When make believe becomes make do-do-do
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
(Do-do-do)

Fast asleep beneath the roof
I don't have to face the truth
Lightheaded and starry-eyed
Somewhere else deep inside

I'm blowing bubbles on the moon
Two hundred, forty thousand miles from my room
(Do do do do do do-do-do)
(Do do do do do do-do-do)
(Do do do do do do-do-do)
(Do do do do do do-do)

Gravity keeps me around
Serious matters on the ground
Lighthearted and bright-eyed
I picture myself in my mind

I'm blowing bubbles on the moon
Two hundred, forty thousand miles from my room
Ideas are weightless, and my imagination's spacious
Dreams are wasted on our youth
When make-believe becomes make do-do-do
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
(Do-do-do)

Maybe I'm living (living)
(Living, living, living)
A lie (lie, lie)
Maybe I’m justified

I'm blowing bubbles on the moon
Two hundred, forty thousand miles from my room
Ideas are weightless, and my imagination's spacious
Dreams are wasted on our youth
When make-believe becomes make do-do-do
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
I'm blowing bubbles on the moon
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
Two hundred, forty
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
Thousand miles from my room
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
Ideas are weightless
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
And my imagination's spacious
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
Dreams are wasted on our youth
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
When make-believe becomes make
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
Do-do-do
(Do-do-do)
Track Name: Flags
Some are hand-sewn together
Some are made to brave the weather
Some are silk and some are cotton
Some are flown for those forgotten

Your material determines how much you drag
Your material determines how much you drag
Your material determines how much you drag
Your material determines

Some are spun polyester
Some are planted on the moon
Some are nylon, some are wool
Some are ceremonial

Your material determines how much you drag
Your material determines how much you drag
Your material determines how much you drag
Your material determines

Your material determines how much you drag
Your material determines how much you drag
Your material determines how much you drag
Your material determines

Your material determines how much you drag
Your material determines how much you drag
Your material determines how much you drag
Your material determines
Track Name: Dancing Down the Gallery
Everywhere⁠—frames, frames, frames!
Motion detectors⁠—check!
Cameras⁠—check!
Alarms⁠—check!
Security guards?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Let’s get carried away!

Musical museum
Groove in the Louvre
Mona Mona, mon amie
Dancing down the gallery

Musical museum
Groove in the Louvre
Mona Mona, mon amie
Dancing down the gallery

Everywhere⁠—lights, lights, lights!
On the frames, on the lights!
On the frames, on the lights!
Tour guides?

Ha ha!
Let’s get carried away!

Musical museum
Groove in the Louvre
Mona Mona, mon amie
Dancing down the gallery

Musical museum
Groove in the Louvre
Mona Mona, mon amie
Dancing down the gallery

Mona Mona, mon amie
Dancing down the gallery

Mona Mona, mon amie
Dancing down the gallery

Musical museum
Musical museum
Dancing down the gallery

Musical museum
Dancing down the gallery
Track Name: Crystal Clear (Demo Version)
I can hear crystal clear
I can hear crystal clear
I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

I can hear crystal clear
I can hear crystal clear
I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

I can still feel the moss, soft on my feet
I can still feel the boulders, anchored beneath
And I can feel my heart, racing up the creek
As I hunt for gemstones in my memory

And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear crystal clear
I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

And I can hear crystal clear
I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

I can still see the concrete dam with the vines
I can still see the house under construction alongside
And I can see the rocks, tumbling down the bank of my mind
As I recollect those precious times

I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear crystal clear
I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

Clear my thoughts
I can hear crystal clear

Clear my thoughts
Clear my thoughts
Track Name: Crystal Clear
And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

I can still feel the moss, soft on my feet
I can still feel the boulders, anchored beneath
And I can feel my heart, racing up the creek
As I hunt for gemstones in my memory

And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

I can still see the concrete dam with the vines
I can still see the house under construction alongside
And I can see rocks tumbling down the bank of my mind
As I recollect those precious times

And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

And I can hear crystal clear
And I can hear crystal clear (I can hear crystal clear)
And I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

Ooo yeah yeah, baby
I can hear crystal clear

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby

I can hear crystal clear
I can hear a-crystal clear
I can hear, I can hear crystal clear

Crystal clear
I can hear crystal clear
I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

I can hear crystal clear
I can hear crystal clear
I can hear the crystals clear my thoughts

I can hear the crystal clear
I can hear the crystals clear
I can hear the crystals clear my, my, my, my, my, my thoughts
Yeah

Ooo my thoughts

I can hear the crystals
Track Name: The Ridges and the Bumps
(When I put on, when I put on, when I put on my skates)
(When I put on, when I put on, when I put on my skates)
(When I put on, when I put on, when I put on my skates)
(When I put on, when I put on, when I put on, when I put on)

I remember taking lessons and the drills that I despised
I remember how I trusted that the coach was always right
I remember being humbled by mistakes that he would find
I remember when I thought I would be champion of the ice

Convinced it would come naturally, I was caught off-guard
Life is a slippery rink, and it’s hard
I could figure out how to lift and spin and jump
But there’s no preparation for the ridges and the bumps

(When I put on, when I put on, when I put on my skates)
(When I put on, when I put on, when I put on, when I put on)

I remember being disciplined and learning figure eights
I remember understanding my instructor kept me safe
I remember motivation to succeed was very great
I remember perseverance when I put on my skates

Convinced it would come naturally, I was caught off-guard
Life is a slippery rink, and it’s hard
I could figure out how to lift and spin and jump
But there’s no preparation for the ridges

I’ve picked up behaviors and new traits along the way
The thing I love the most has come to test me every day
When I put on my skates

(When I put on, when I put on, when I put on my skates)
(When I put on, when I put on, when I put on my skates)

Convinced it would come naturally, I was caught off-guard
Life is a slippery rink, and it’s hard
I could figure out how to lift and spin and jump
But there’s no preparation for the ridges

And convinced it would come naturally, I was caught off-guard
Life is a slippery rink, and it’s hard
I could figure out how to lift and spin and jump
But there’s no preparation for the ridges and the bumps

(When I put on, when I put on, when I put on my skates)
(When I put on, when I put on, when I put on my skates)
(When I put on, when I put on, when I put on my skates)
(When I put on, when I put on, when I put on my skates)
Track Name: His Stuff
In the attic, there’s a shuffleboard
In the attic, there’s a rocking horse
In the attic, there’s a bag of marbles
In the attic, there’s a bunch of novels

As long as I put it back up
Dad lets me play with his stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff

In the attic, there’s a bow and arrow
In the attic, there’s a civil war soldier toy
In the attic, there’s a box of pennies
In the attic, there’s a monochrome TV

As long as I put it back up
Dad lets me play with his stuff
Dad lets me play with his stuff, stuff, stuff

I’m rolling marbles on the floor
All around me on the floor
I’m rolling marbles on the floor
All around me

I’m rolling marbles on the floor
All around me on the floor
I’m rolling marbles on the floor
All around me

As long as I put it back up
Dad lets me play with his stuff

As long as I put it back up
Dad lets me play with his stuff
Dad lets me play with his stuff
His stuff, stuff his stuff

I’m rolling marbles on the floor
All around me on the floor
Dad lets me play with his stuff
All around me on the floor

Marbles on the floor
Dad lets me play with his stuff
Stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff
I put it back up
Track Name: Bubbles on the Moon (Acoustic Version)
Make-believe becomes make do
Make-believe becomes make do

Fast asleep beneath the roof
I don't have to face the truth
Lightheaded and starry-eyed
Somewhere else deep inside

I'm blowing bubbles on the moon
Two hundred, forty thousand miles from my room
Ideas are weightless, and my imagination's spacious
Dreams are wasted on our youth
When make-believe becomes make do

Gravity keeps me around
Serious matters on the ground
Lighthearted and bright-eyed
I picture myself in my mind

I'm blowing bubbles on the moon
Two hundred, forty thousand miles from my room
Ideas are weightless, and my imagination's spacious
Dreams are wasted on our youth
When make-believe becomes make do

Sometimes I feel justified
But maybe I'm living a lie

I'm blowing bubbles on the moon
Two hundred, forty thousand miles from my room
Ideas are weightless, and my imagination's spacious
Dreams are wasted on our youth
When make-believe becomes make do
Make-believe becomes make do
Ideas are wasted on our youth
Two hundred, forty-thousand miles, miles, miles
I'm blowing bubbles on the moon

Make-believe becomes make do

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