As part of our new Song Muse series, which explores how musicians transform inspiration, and to celebrate the 150th anniversary of Alice in Wonderland, we asked bands and artists to create new work inspired by each chapter of the book. From July into October we’ll be posting a new chapter every Tuesday along with the songs and artwork inspired by it.
We continue this week on Chapter 9 with tracks by Hi Lo Ha (San Francisco), Young Tongue (Austin), and Wind Burial (Seattle) and poster art by Eilidh Reed all inspired by the chapter. After you’ve listened to the tracks and read the chapter, explore lyrics and notes from some of the bands about their creative processes, and then check out more of their music and Eilidh’s poster art.
Come back next week to read Chapter 10 “The Lobster Quadrille” and listen to new songs by Jaggery and Undisco Kidd.
Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland
by Lewis Carroll
Chapter 9: The Mock Turtle’s Story
You can’t think how glad I am to see you again, you dear old thing!" said the Duchess, as she tucked her arm affectionately into Alice’s, and they walked off together.
Alice was very glad to find her in such a pleasant temper, and thought to herself that perhaps it was only the pepper that had made her so savage when they met in the kitchen.
"When I’m a Duchess," she said to herself (not in a very hopeful tone though), "I won’t have any pepper in my kitchen at all. Soup does very well without—Maybe it’s always pepper that makes people hot-tempered," she went on, very much pleased at having found out a new kind of rule, "and vinegar that makes them sour—and camomile that makes them bitter—and—barley-sugar and such things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish people knew that: then they wouldn’t be so stingy about it, you know——"
She had quite forgotten the Duchess by this time, and was a little startled when she heard her voice close to her ear. "You’re thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk. I can’t tell you just now what the moral of that is, but I shall remember it in a bit."
"Perhaps it hasn’t one," Alice ventured to remark.
"Tut, tut, child!" said the Duchess. "Every thing’s got a moral, if only you can find it." And she squeezed herself up closer to Alice’s side as she spoke.
Alice did not much like her keeping so close to her: first, because the Duchess was very ugly; and secondly, because she was exactly the right height to rest her chin on Alice’s shoulder, and it was an uncomfortably sharp chin. However, she did not like to be rude, so she bore it as well as she could. "The game’s going on rather better now," she said, by way of keeping up the conversation a little.
"’Tis so," said the Duchess: "and the moral of that is—’Oh, ’tis love, ’tis love, that makes the world go round!’"
"Somebody said," Alice whispered, "that it’s done by everybody minding their own business!"
"Ah, well! It means much the same thing," said the Duchess, digging her sharp little chin into Alice’s shoulder as she added, "and the moral of that is—’Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take care of themselves.’"
"How fond she is of finding morals in things!" Alice thought to herself.
"I dare say you’re wondering why I don’t put my arm round your waist," the Duchess said after a pause: "the reason is, that I’m doubtful about the temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the experiment?"
"He might bite," Alice cautiously replied, not feeling at all anxious to have the experiment tried.
"Very true," said the Duchess: "flamingoes and mustard both bite. And the moral of that is—’Birds of a feather flock together.’"
"Only mustard isn’t a bird," Alice remarked.
"Right, as usual," said the Duchess: "what a clear way you have of putting things!"
"It’s a mineral, I think," said Alice.
"Of course it is," said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree to everything that Alice said: "there’s a large mustard-mine near here. And the moral of that is—’The more there is of mine, the less there is of yours.’"
"Oh, I know!" exclaimed Alice, who had not attended to this last remark. "It’s a vegetable. It doesn’t look like one, but it is."
"I quite agree with you," said the Duchess; "and the moral of that is—’Be what you would seem to be’—or if you’d like it put more simply—’Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.’"
"I think I should understand that better," Alice said very politely, "if I had it written down: but I can’t quite follow it as you say it."
"That’s nothing to what I could say if I chose," the Duchess replied, in a pleased tone.
"Pray don’t trouble yourself to say it any longer than that," said Alice.
"Oh, don’t talk about trouble!" said the Duchess. "I make you a present of everything I’ve said as yet."
"A cheap sort of present!" thought Alice. "I’m glad they don’t give birthday presents like that!" But she did not venture to say it out loud.
"Thinking again?" the Duchess asked with another dig of her sharp little chin.
"I’ve a right to think," said Alice sharply, for she was beginning to feel a little worried.
"Just about as much right," said the Duchess, "as pigs have to fly; and the m——"
But here, to Alice’s great surprise, the Duchess’s voice died away, even in the middle of her favourite word "moral," and the arm that was linked into hers began to tremble. Alice looked up, and there stood the Queen in front of them, with her arms folded, frowning like a thunderstorm.
"A fine day, your Majesty!" the Duchess began in a low, weak voice.
"Now, I give you fair warning," shouted the Queen, stamping on the ground as she spoke; "either you or your head must be off, and that in about half no time! Take your choice!"
The Duchess took her choice, and was gone in a moment.
"Let’s go on with the game," the Queen said to Alice; and Alice was too much frightened to say a word, but slowly followed her back to the croquet-ground.
The other guests had taken advantage of the Queen’s absence, and were resting in the shade: however, the moment they saw her, they hurried back to the game, the Queen merely remarking that a moment’s delay would cost them their lives.
All the time they were playing the Queen never left off quarreling with the other players, and shouting "Off with his head!" or "Off with her head!" Those whom she sentenced were taken into custody by the soldiers, who of course had to leave off being arches to do this, so that by the end of half an hour or so there were no arches left, and all the players, except the King, the Queen, and Alice, were in custody and under sentence of execution.
Then the Queen left off, quite out of breath, and said to Alice, "Have you seen the Mock Turtle yet?"
"No," said Alice. "I don’t even know what a Mock Turtle is."
"It’s the thing Mock Turtle Soup is made from," said the Queen.
"I never saw one, or heard of one," said Alice.
"Come on then," said the Queen, "and he shall tell you his history."
As they walked off together, Alice heard the King say in a low voice, to the company generally, "You are all pardoned." "Come, that’s a good thing!" she said to herself, for she had felt quite unhappy at the number of executions the Queen had ordered.
They very soon came upon a Gryphon, lying fast asleep in the sun. (If you don’t know what a Gryphon is, look at the picture.) "Up, lazy thing!" said the Queen, "and take this young lady to see the Mock Turtle, and to hear his history. I must go back and see after some executions I have ordered," and she walked off, leaving Alice alone with the Gryphon. Alice did not quite like the look of the creature, but on the whole she thought it would be quite as safe to stay with it as to go after that savage Queen: so she waited.
The Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes: then it watched the Queen till she was out of sight: then it chuckled. "What fun!" said the Gryphon, half to itself, half to Alice.
"What is the fun?" said Alice.
"Why, she," said the Gryphon. "It’s all her fancy, that: they never executes nobody, you know. Come on!"
"Everybody says ‘come on!’ here," thought Alice, as she went slowly after it: "I never was so ordered about in my life, never!"
They had not gone far before they saw the Mock Turtle in the distance, sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge of rock, and, as they came nearer, Alice could hear him sighing as if his heart would break. She pitied him deeply. "What is his sorrow?" she asked the Gryphon, and the Gryphon answered, very nearly in the same words as before, "It’s all his fancy, that: he hasn’t got no sorrow, you know. Come on!"
So they went up to the Mock Turtle, who looked at them with large eyes full of tears, but said nothing.
"This here young lady," said the Gryphon, "she wants to know your history, she do."
"I’ll tell it her," said the Mock Turtle in a deep, hollow tone; "sit down, both of you, and don’t speak a word till I’ve finished."
So they sat down, and nobody spoke for some minutes. Alice thought to herself, "I don’t see how he can ever finish, if he doesn’t begin." But she waited patiently.
"Once," said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, "I was a real Turtle."
These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only by an occasional exclamation of "Hjckrrh!" from the Gryphon, and the constant heavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Alice was very nearly getting up and saying "Thank you, sir, for your interesting story," but she could not help thinking there must be more to come, so she sat still and said nothing.
"When we were little," the Mock Turtle went on at last, more calmly, though still sobbing a little now and then, "we went to school in the sea. The master was an old Turtle—we used to call him Tortoise——"
"Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn’t one?" Alice asked.
"We called him Tortoise because he taught us," said the Mock Turtle angrily: "really you are very dull!"
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple question," added the Gryphon; and then they both sat silent and looked at poor Alice, who felt ready to sink into the earth. At last the Gryphon said to the Mock Turtle, "Drive on, old fellow. Don’t be all day about it!" and he went on in these words:
"Yes, we went to school in the sea, though you mayn’t believe it——"
"I never said I didn’t!" interrupted Alice.
"You did," said the Mock Turtle.
"Hold your tongue!" added the Gryphon, before Alice could speak again. The Mock Turtle went on:—
"We had the best of educations—in fact, we went to school every day——"
"I’ve been to a day-school, too," said Alice; "you needn’t be so proud as all that."
"With extras?" asked the Mock Turtle a little anxiously.
"Yes," said Alice, "we learned French and music."
"And washing?" said the Mock Turtle.
"Certainly not!" said Alice indignantly.
"Ah! then yours wasn’t a really good school," said the Mock Turtle in a tone of relief. "Now at ours they had at the end of the bill, ‘French, music, and washing—extra.’"
"You couldn’t have wanted it much," said Alice; "living at the bottom of the sea."
"I couldn’t afford to learn it," said the Mock Turtle with a sigh. "I only took the regular course."
"What was that?" inquired Alice.
"Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with," the Mock Turtle replied; "and then the different branches of Arithmetic—Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision."
"I never heard of ‘Uglification,’" Alice ventured to say. "What is it?"
The Gryphon lifted up both its paws in surprise. "Never heard of uglifying!" it exclaimed. "You know what to beautify is, I suppose?"
"Yes," said Alice doubtfully: "it means—to—make—anything—prettier."
"Well, then," the Gryphon went on, "if you don’t know what to uglify is, you are a simpleton."
Alice did not feel encouraged to ask any more questions about it, so she turned to the Mock Turtle and said, "What else had you to learn?"
"Well, there was Mystery," the Mock Turtle replied, counting off the subjects on his flappers, "—Mystery, ancient and modern, with Seaography: then Drawling—the Drawling-master was an old conger-eel, that used to come once a week: he taught us Drawling, Stretching, and Fainting in Coils."
"What was that like?" said Alice.
"Well, I can’t show it you myself," the Mock Turtle said: "I’m too stiff. And the Gryphon never learnt it."
"Hadn’t time," said the Gryphon: "I went to the Classical master, though. He was an old crab, he was."
"I never went to him," the Mock Turtle said with a sigh: "he taught Laughing and Grief, they used to say."
"So he did, so he did," said the Gryphon, sighing in his turn; and both creatures hid their faces in their paws.
"And how many hours a day did you do lessons?" said Alice, in a hurry to change the subject.
"Ten hours the first day," said the Mock Turtle: "nine the next, and so on."
"What a curious plan!" exclaimed Alice.
"That’s the reason they’re called lessons," the Gryphon remarked: "because they lessen from day to day."
This was quite a new idea to Alice, and she thought over it a little before she made her next remark. "Then the eleventh day must have been a holiday."
"Of course it was," said the Mock Turtle.
"And how did you manage on the twelfth?" Alice went on eagerly.
"That’s enough about lessons," the Gryphon interrupted in a very decided tone: "tell her something about the games now."
Ben from Hi Lo Ha: We wrote a song that we ended up really liking. We gradually went as far away from on the nose as we could because we actually added this song into our current set.
Basically the "she" in the lyrics represents Alice. And the song is about her inability to realize yet that she has control in Wonderland and how she is kind of stuck "in the doldrums" listening to the Queen, the Duchess, and the Mock Turtle. Much like being in the doldrums without control of the winds to move on, Alice is stuck in Wonderland without control of her situation.
Eventually, The Mock Turtle and Gryphon open Alice’s eyes "They never told her it would be like this.." Some of the lyrics refer to the book as a whole, about her passing out and repeating her normal everyday life until she enters Wonderland. Only after we recorded the song did we realize how old Alice actually is, we guessed she was 15, but some say she is 7? others say 4!? We really struggled with this chapter because not a lot happens, but we are very pleased with the end result.
As far as the actual music, we just kept it simple and threw in some psychedelic xylophone in the second verse and used a 12 string for the solo to give it that trippy Alice in Wonderland feel.[/expand]
Download Arches from Young Tongue’s Bandcamp page.
Stu from Young Tongue: I was stoked when Foundwaves asked us to write a track for the Alice in Wonderland project. I chose chapter 9 because I didn’t remember that chapter at all from watching the cartoon movie when I was a kid. I read the chapter several times, copied all the lines and ideas from it that resonated, and then would read those lines over and over. Eventually the song itself suggested the phonetic road map, so it was a matter of fitting those resonating themes and emotions within that structure.
Liz received a Roland D50 synth (from me) for Christmas last year–which was really a present for myself–and I’ve been wanting to write a synthpop tune with those nostalgic patches for a while. It was gratifying to write and record "Arches" in a new head space without having to make sure it fit sonically within an album context.
If ever she looks up
If ever she would see
I won’t be the one to chase
Can’t be the one to leave
And when she finally learns
To remember what she saw
A little longer till her fall
This is what I came to learn
So I’m walking to the sea
Gonna learn to listen
I gotta try and listen
And When I finally change
I’ll remember what I saw
A little longer till we fall
How this game will end, she’ll be my queen
All these animals keep telling me
Derek from Wind Burial: All four of us grew up on the book, and were influenced as artsy adolescents by Wonderland reinterpretations, from Jan Svankmajer to Jefferson Airplane. Kat remembers relating to the young heroine making sense of an adult world filled with absurd “logic" and the frequently hypocritical behavior of authoritarian grown-ups. Derek was always drawn to children’s books describing alternate realities, which resonated with his suspicion about the existence of unseen worlds. Justin loved the book’s wild darkness as a kid, and has been the instigator of many Wind Burial all-terrain-anything-goes croquet matches in his backyard. Although he loves birds, and has spent a little bit of time in Florida, he finds the thought of using flamingos as croquet mallets both cruel and cumbersome. Alan had the mixed fortune of being the Mad Hatter in a school play. “The actress who played Alice was my first debilitating crush. She declined my offer to a movie date and crushed my 6th grade heart. I ran into her about 10 years later at a diner, strung out on drugs and mascara.”
We made the song, as we often do, in the process of a warm-up jam before working on our live set. The oceanic feel of the seashell-sounding percussion and cyclical bass line pulled us into the Mock Turtle’s old stomping ground. We recorded it one day in our basement practice pad, mixed it the next day, then sent the ones and zeroes to you, the honorable listener![/expand]