"Is There Acceptance​?​"

by The Vulnerable

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20% of all profits donated towards this album will be donated to the Ruth Ellis Center in Michigan. They provide short and long-term safe spaces and support for queer, gender-variant and transgender people in Detroit. Find out more info here:
www.facebook.com/RuthEllisCenter/?fref=ts

Thanks to: Rick Johnson from famous Mustard Plug band, Tino Ybarra, Mike Land, Sarah Bertram, Kyle Cook at Road Soda Records, Ben Armes, Everyone at Trumbullplex and the Flint Local 432, Fred and Pam Plont, Brooke Nealis, Cory Tramontelli, Jon Pilbeam, Tom Skill, all of our families and friends, and to anyone who's booked us a show, fed us, let us sleep in their home, bought something from us, talked to us or attended a show. Thank you!

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released May 7, 2016

Recorded, mixed and produced by Rick Johnson at Cold War Studios in Grand Rapids, Michigan in December 2015.

Daisy Mosher- guitar, vocals.
Gracie Pryor- guitar, vocals.
"Kennie Plant"- vocals.
Nick Furlo- bass, backing vocals.
Mike Land- drums, backing vocals.

Additional backing vocals provided by Rob Bruce

The Vulnerable is:

Daisy Mosher- drums, vocals.
Kenny- vocals.
Gracie Pryor- guitar, vocals.
Lauren Fisher- guitar.
Nick Furlo- bass.

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Track Name: Cloaks
Standing in line after line. Hit refresh, refresh.
Only to regress, regress.
Their gaze sucking our identities in-
Our bodies not coherent to them.
So, we’re rendered invisible, rendered invisible AGAIN.

Nothing special, less valid to the world.
At every glance, they’re suspicious of your lack of an oppositional stance.
Less proximity to their standards of visibility.
Bats away, they'll pierce your ribcage

Constant tension, distraught under the voodoo of exhaustion
Inside this glamour system, where the spotlight radiates anesthesia

Plug your ears, medicate your minds, poison the livers with shallow lies to the insides.
Hope that these cloaks will withstand with the blind bats who weaved together these threads.

Resistance! Refusal to be contained by their violent words!
They won’t take my name and incarcerate me
I’ll keep running down these one ways
As they offer their tiny teeth for stitches

This body is protest
This performance is politics
These words are weapons
Must persist, must resist.
Persist, resist.


Plug your ears, medicate your minds, poison the livers with shallow lies to the insides.
Hope that these cloaks will withstand with the blind bats who weaved together these threads.
Track Name: Dead Fish
There’s a million things to say
That we’ll never phrase quite right
A million places to go
Most of which we’ll never see
A million people to know!
Most of which we’ll avoid reluctantly
But we’ll forever be alone
When we can’t even be known

A thousand feelings, a hundred thoughts a minute
Not a single second that we can waste but I’m staring my life away
Searching for eternity in a cesspool of attention-seeking, back-stabbing social media campaigns

Eyes darting everywhere, tappin’ our feet
Anxiously awaiting approval
Our stomachs growling for validation
Draining the fiber of every being searching for some meaning

Shaking, crumbling, the foundation was never there
Who fucking wants to compete, when we’re always on the edge of defeat?

Rather be distracted than dead
Rather see an image than romanticize the past
Rather that they never know the facts
Know that I’m the fucking embarrassment
The relentless, the selfless, the one who’s really full of shit
The king and queen when it comes to embellishment

Pretending that I’m innocent
And that I’m even capable of being a constructive critic
But I’m no critic! Just a self-proclaimed non-conformist heretic.

Crawling out now……. Crawling out now!
Newsflash! Newsflash!
Let me show you these baggy eyes
Newsflash! Newsflash!
Darting eyes exposing a sea of lies
Newsflash! Newsflash!
All they’ve got is some pocket change; it’s something to spare, it’s something we can wear!

In your cold hands
We can nibble at the scraps again
In your cold hands
One in ten forgetful in the end
In your cold hands
They’re hollow enough to hide this hide
In your cold hands
We’ll painfully so something together again


Call it seasonal, call it unreasonable
Flirt with the cynic in me
A child of god
When it comes to exaggerating
Track Name: Magnify
Take a step out and feel the brunt of these piercing mornings
Only to have their glances grab you by the throat
Bombarded with empty rhetoric and assumptions
Like a shank, they hold it right in place.
So keep up the lie, as they glare into your eye
Keep up the lie, keep up the lie, as they glare into your eyes
This affliction and shame, leaving me to die in this freezing cold

No need to magnify
When I’m shaking behind every corner, at every turn
Every night with these eyes held wide
Left paranoid, we can never be ourselves.

So, is reality skewed? Is it too soon to conclude-
That we’re all just into playing power games?
Because with every step I take
I see the dark room where I felt the bristles of your face
And the flashing lights allowing you to swoop down
And bury my own power into the ground
Poisoned the well, you hawk! Now I’m left without protection!

No need to magnify
When I’m shaking behind every corner, at every turn
Every night with these eyes held wide
Left paranoid- We can never be ourselves.

We can never be ourselves!
Track Name: Drive
Twenty-three hours a day, staring a cement walls and eyes that await your fall
Just a puppet in their collection of poor habits, boredom and insecurities
As their headlights get closer and closer to your rear, they can smell the fear, they can smell the fear-
It’s swerving faster than their tires peering to the next lane so you can’t steer clear, you can’t steer clear.

They’ve got you locked inside this cell and they’ll tell you you’re responsible for looking like hell
When your face is blue and your eyes are red, they’ll suck the air from you until you drop dead.

Forced out of bed. Wake up! Wake up, sleepy head.
They’re all watching you. They’re all waiting for you.
DRIVE right through the smog, keep windows closed and you won’t choke just yet.

You’re not safe when you’re surrounded by people who don’t want to understand.
The fear reciprocates because they can’t hold your identity in their hands
It’s not what Mom and Dad taught them as a kid, they’re not sure where to stick their teeth in quite yet.
As I take my foot off the gas, I wait for them to pass, as images swirl through this contorted mess
I feel as if everything I want to say is fucking trash, as if they’ll jump right down my throat
At any mention, with no chance for redemption, only judgement before the hawks
For impurity and imperfection, for being too damn sensitive in this equal opportunity offensiveness-land.
So, pull yourself up by the bootstraps, bitter one; you better find a way to fucking drive.
Track Name: Obsessing
When someone occupies too much space inside of your head
On every off day, in each spare moment
Find yourself teleporting across the mitten state
Smitten with the idea of seeing the stars skip hopscotch
Outside of our flickering heads fumbling through the sky
For fleeting moments of clarity inside a white kingdom lie
Where we made love to a glittering sun rising

Our hands, they got so spotty
And these stars illuminated the visible abrasions
Intoxicated by the disease; where was reality?
Our cravings conquered any recognition

Slowly, gradually, we’re snails who are accepting
Who found comfort in right here and now
Do we minimize what we may expect to evade at least some of this heartache and pain?
Well, first we’ll stop the abuse
Stop this misuse of imagination
Stop the abuse
Stop this misuse of imagination


Stop obsessing, stop obsessing
It was never in our control.
Track Name: Roots of our Tree
Identity- in an ever-changing array of leaves.
At times, we’re a chameleon
Hiding our true colors away
To keep the predators at bay
As we trickle down to the ground
Twirling around in these winds
Holding on for a vibrant season to come around
As we’re stepped on and we’re brushed away

These fruitless forces, keep giving us black and white
Don’t see it so rigidly
Watch us grow watch these colors unfold

We’re all searching for the melodies
That sing right to the roots of our tree
Searching for someone to inspire me
An exchange of energy
Partner(s) for intimacy

fruitless forces, keep giving us black and white
Don’t see it so rigidly
Watch us grow watch these colors unfold

See it on the screens
Hear it in these streets
Listen to these songs
Never knowing all along
Of a world full of opportunities
Our own capabilities
And human heterogeneity!


See it on the screens
Hear it in these streets
Listen to these songs
Never knowing all along
Of a world full of opportunities
Our own capabilities
And human heterogeneity!