Released by Complacency in 1994 as a twisted tribute of sorts to the Beatles' "white album." This is the closest Cheer-Accident have ever come to sounding and behaving like an actual "pop" band, although it's still fairly out in left field for a lot of listeners. And yes, the three identical mixes of "Transpositional" are indeed identical. Except they're not. But they really are. You figure it out.

Notes:
A special thanks to Chris Block ("Herbs" and "Today") and Kevin Njaastad ("Where You Are") for planting bass seeds.
Thanks to Catherine Jacobi for helping us design.
Recording 30 miles northwest of Chicago in 1992 and 1993

Personnel:
Jeff Libersher - guitars, 12 string acoustic, end fun, submarine
Dan Forden - bass, flute
Thymme Jones - drums, vocals, trumpet, pseudo trumpet, piano, radio collage, synthesizer, pseudo clarinet, end fun, brass
Phil Bonnet - guitars, christmas
Scot Ashley - guitar solo
Ron Jagielnik - violin
Scott Rutledge - pore
Jim Banks - vocals
Tara Schiefele - end fun
Erik Lavergne - end fun
Mary Pacelli - end fun
Greg Beemster - end fun
Tony Young - end fun
Jim Banks - end fun

Tracks:

Sub Herbs cut it cut the grass it won't grow back ignore the birds or at least drown them out with the mower trim the shrubs a clean cut to match the grass put the leaves and sticks in nice even piles and then put them in bags by the curb every 90 feet there's a group of another's plastic bags practicing eugenics on the grass (and the trees) must keep all life in line to make room for the cement

(Bonnet/Jones) Jeff Libersher - guitar Dan Forden - bass Thymme Jones - drums, vocals, trumpet, pseudo-trumpet, piano Phil Bonnet - guitar

Learning How to Fly learning how to fly is easy but then you realize you haven't left the ground recreate lightness and atmosphere elevate untruth immaculate life's initial conception overtaken from the outside by these minute deviations as birth's defect sends us falling learning how to fly is easy but then you realize you haven't left the ground caught up in lightness and misery suffering the gravity of faith buried alive in the hollow crucifixion fills up with light suffocating eyes turned upward to the blinding vision resides in this nowhere history is ours all that we achieve all that we believe -- in transcendence becomes law above the law bind us one and all -- fall

Jones/Rutledge) Jeff - left guitar Phil - right guitar Dan - bass Thymme - drums, vocals, piano, radio collage

Today Today Today today, today, today i found out something that you'll never.... today, today, today i found out what it takes me to do anything T: i can't believe P: you always will please leave me 'lone inside my lonesome T: and when you wait P: it will then take a little while alone,, alone, alone, alone, alone alone, alone with you by my side i feel you will not open the trap so that i can chew off my leg today, today, today i found out something that you'll never.... today, today, today i found out what it takes me to do anything T: and when you break P: me of my will i'll take a step inside my vacuum T: without a sound P: and then i'll do it all again and i know you

(Bonnet) Phil - guitar, most vocals Thymme - drums, some vocals Jeff - guitar Dan - bass

Facialization facial display redundancy streamers, icons cancel all contradictions campaign rallies hide behind their face captures the crowd converging lines draw us together the script disappears behind these photographs which we call our lives which recall our lives without a word as the story is no longer told but is projected as the images which make up a face totalizing face fills the screen organizes the party line political contraptions dreaming up the common denominator that will get them elected leaders echo anti-climactic slogans engulfed in crowds forcing the dictatorial style images fade from popular view as a team of miraculous engineers save face the grand canyon backdrop drops out of the sky as they attempt to prop it up with their demographics from these numbers they fashion a mask millions of people cast their single vote for the face value

(Jones/Rutledge)  Thymme - drums, piano, vocals, trumpet Dan - bass Jeff - 12-string acoustic and electric guitars Scot Ashley - guitar solo

Driving a Nail with a Clock everything is seen through a frame turned outward and fills the world to think of space as infinite is a waste of time a sea of dark washes over a face that breathes in and fills the lungs these limitations pumping the inside out these limitations

(Bonnet/Jones/Rutledge) Phil - guitar and guitar and guitar and bass Thymme - drums and drums and vocals

You Never Bothered to Know Me (this song contains no metaphors)

(Jones) Dan - bass Jeff - guitar Phil - guitar Thymme - drums, piano, vocals, trumpet problem, synthesizer, pseudo-clarinet Ron Jagielnik - violin

Man of the House photographs of the offender hang on the wall and terrorize the family with a smile fragments of privacy in a frame builds a circle around himself in the garage and manufactures emptiness with secrets the distance threatening to explode he strengthens the fear in his wife and children bound under the law of private property the hostage room is filled with ammunition he sits with his back to the wall loading guns barricades himself in the house with his machines and practices the doctrine of confinement as fast as he can pull the trigger he runs from the house firing into the sky a rain of bullets cut him down on the lawn the white-lined contour of the husband/father has just made out his final mortgage payment

(Bonnet/Jones/Rutledge)  Thymme - vocals, trumpet Phil - guitar Dan - flute Scott Rutledge - pore

Transposition the difference between an umbrella and a parachute is critical when falling from a cloud the distance between continuous and nothing this endless error is not reconciled by time a piece of ocean torn from the car blue sky a piece of ocean passing through an empty graveyard the difference between a smokestack and a crucifix is frightening when kneeling before God the distance between devotion and sacrifice collapses into prayer spreads terror far and wide a piece of ocean torn from the car blue sky a piece of ocean passing through an empty graveyard from the flower we follow the stem down to the roots

(Jones/Rutledge) Thymme - drums and drums and piano and vocals

Transposition (same mix)

Transposition (same mix)

Where You Are breathing a vacuum too weak to rise pulse polyrhythmic heart keeping time scent like a drug voice is the timbre the pitch is perfect to melt me limber i'm where you are are you where i'm? tongue in a bow lose all my grammar words tremelo thoughts are a clamor well-met in dreams syntax is clear but near you only stutters and fear i'm where you are are you where i'm? breathing a vacuum too weak to rise pulse polyrhythmic heart keeping time tongue in a bow lose all my grammar words tremelo thoughts are a clamor i'm where you are are you where i'm? close close further far nearer near never nor closer close further for i'm where you are

(Banks/Jones) Jeff - nostalgic guitar Phil - anachronistic guitar, background vocals Thymme - drums and background vocals Dan - bass Jim Banks - lead vocal

Post Script

(Jones) Dan - bass Phil - guitar Thymme - drums, piano, vocals, loss Jeff - guitar

Pockets Pockets says, "It's very customary. Why don't you and your disease just tag along?" Look here, Chief, I'm only here to help you. As your personal director, I make sure nothing goes wrong. Pockets says, "You can't have any dairy. And while you're at it, get those things out of my way." What a pal! He's reinvented friendship! When the thumb's pressed down firmly, everything will be OK.

(Bonnet) Thymme - vocals and little drums Phil - guitar, bass and big drums

The Answer these politics will separate from the crowd for they do not pretend they're the answer we have become the slaves of our social codes whose problems are defined by answers consciousness internalized misery as our happiness depends on answers this is the one thing we cannot acquire for there is not a god who can answer judeo-christian ethics lead us astray for we've wrapped ourselves in their answers here is our god as he sits on my knee with my hand up his back he will answer you never look at my lips as they move for your eyes are focused on the answer determine world problems with accuracy there is nothing of value in answers true freedom lies in the power to decide as it pushes aside all the answers it really seems like we're running away when we're running headlong into answers our truth has become a sick parody when we come to depend on the answers

(Jones/Rutledge) Phil - guitar Jeff - guitar Dan - bass Thymme - drums, piano, vocals

Dead Man's Float carefree careless i want more but much less than life would demand if i lived it someone to change my water someone to drain all the tears and the excrement away so i can breathe again i feel your smell before i see you it rings a bell that makes the floods come and sweep me away

(Drummond/Jones) Jeff - guitar, end fun Thymme - a little drums, a lotta vocals, piano, end fun Dan - bass Tara Scheifele - end fun Erik Lavergne - end fun Marty Pacelli - end fun Greg Beemster - end fun Tony Young - end fun Jim Banks - end fun

How Do You Like Your Eggs? you're such a part of me you can take away from me would you cauterize that part of me? oh, i'm sorry once again guess that i will turn and walk away you come to me with charges that stick that could never compete with the pain you inflict oh, i'm sorry once again guess that i will turn and walk away two or three more layers of gauze should help deaden the applause as you pulled the ground away, i guess i fell

(Bonnet/Jones) Jeff - submarine Dan - bass Phil - guitar, vocals, christmas Thymme - drums, brass