Late Bloomer

by Haley Blais

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Death, adolescence and identity are the main themes in this ukulele driven indie-folk EP from Canadian artist and comedian.

Dedicated to my late Boomer.

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released October 26, 2016

Music & lyrics by Haley Blais
Guitar by Will Robson
Recorded in my kitchen
Mixed at Synergize Music Productions www.synergizeproductions.com
Cover art by Eric Blais
Illustration by Ashleigh Rose
Photo by Haya Kailani

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Track Name: Good Feeling
Happiness is fine and yet,
I seem to forget unless I've smoked it.

'Cause now I'm sat here thinking that the world is a mess
I bit off more than I can chew so I can't digest
And I got feelings inside that I keep repressed
And in the morning when I wake up I don't get dressed
'Cause I'm waiting for that good feeling

Pain in my chest,
Shortness of breath,
The sun has set,
I'm not up yet.

'Cause now I'm sat here thinking that the world is a mess
I bit off more than I can chew so I can't digest
And I got feelings inside that I keep repressed
And in the morning when I wake up I don't get dressed
'Cause I'm waiting for that good feeling
Track Name: Mine
If dogs have one life
Cats have nine
If my dog needed one life
I would give him mine
I would give him mine
Track Name: Late Bloomer
Oh I'm so tired of being lonely
But I also don't care
Oh you, you're my only so I'll try
But I also don't care

You know I never really do this,
I'd much prefer to stay at home
And I admit I'm rather clueless
When it comes to being one on one

'Cause I'm a late bloomer
You'll never see me in the spring
I hesitate to my pruner
'Cause I'm scared of ever blossoming

Oh please say you love me
Say you care even if you don't care
Oh man, man above me, God on high hear my prayer


You know I never really do this,
I'd much prefer to stay at home
And I admit I'm rather clueless
When it comes to being one on one

'Cause I'm a late bloomer
You'll never see me in the spring
I hesitate to my pruner
'Cause I'm scared of ever blossoming
'Cause I'm a late bloomer
You'll never see me in the fall
I hesitate to my pruner
'Cause I'm scared of growing old at all