Alice in Wonderland: The Pool of Tears
New Songs And Art Inspired By Chapter 2

For the 150th anniversary of Alice in Wonderland… Featuring new tracks by The Odawas (Bloomington, IN), Assateague (San Francisco), and The New Highway Hymnal (Northshore, MA) and poster art by Eilidh Reid.  ()  ()  ()
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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 September we’ll be posting a new chapter every Tuesday along with the songs and artwork inspired by it.

We continue this week on Chapter 2 with tracks by The Odawas (Bloomington, IN), Assateague (San Francisco), and The New Highway Hymnal (Northshore, MA) and poster art by Eilidh Reid, all inspired by the chapter. After you’ve listened to the tracks and read the chapter, explore 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 3 “A Caucus-race and a Long Tale” and listen to new songs by Boom Said Thunder, Crushed Out, and Maus Haus, with poster art by John Magnifico.

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Chapter 1: Down the Rabbit Hole
Featuring The Foreign Resort (Denmark), Soft Pyramids (Boston), Max Pain and the Groovies (Salt Lake City), and Meredith Sheldon (Western MA) and poster art by Roy G. Biv

Chapter 2: The Pool of Tears
Featuring The Odawas (San Francisco), Assateague (San Francisco), and The New Highway Hymnal (Northshore, MA) and poster art by Eilidh Reid

Chapter 3: A Caucus-race and a Long Tale
Featuring Crushed Out (Brooklyn), Boom Said Thunder (Brooklyn), and Maus Haus (San Francisco), with poster art by John Magnifico

Chapter 4: The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill
Featuring Something Sneaky (South Shore, MA), The Brankas (San Francisco), Underwater Bear Ballet (Boston), and Bridges (San Francisco) with poster art by Ariel Wang

Chapter 5: Advice from a Caterpillar
Featuring Nights (Cleveland) and Tashaki Miyaki (LA) and poster art by Greg Maxwell

Chapter 6: Pig and Pepper
Featuring Li Xi (San Francisco), The Shills (Boston), and The Symptoms (Boston) and poster art by Adam McElreath

Chapter 7: A Mad Tea-party
Featuring Aloud (Boston), Sexy Girls (Amherst, MA), and Hands and Knees (Boston) and poster art by Nicole Anguish

Chapter 8: The Queen's Croquet-Ground
Featuring Magic Shoppe (Boston), Mosaics (San Francisco), Miss Geo (Boston), and Future Twin (San Francisco) and poster art by Aaron Spransy / CanaryCoalmine

Chapter 9: The Mock Turtle’s Story
Featuring Hi Lo Ha (San Francisco), Young Tongue (Austin), and Wind Burial (Seattle) and poster art by Eilidh Reed

Chapter 10: The Lobster Quadrille
Featuring Undisco Kidd (Italy) and Jaggery (Boston) and poster art by Serpentes Designs.

Chapter 11: Who Stole the Tarts?
Featuring NRVS LVRS (San Francisco) and The Bikes (Arlington, MA) and poster art by Coco Roy.

Chapter 12: Alice's Evidence
Featuring Iris Lune (New York, NY), Two Sheds (Los Angeles), Courtney Swain (Providence, RI), and G Squared (Brooklyn) and poster art by Ariel Wang.
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Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland

by Lewis Carroll

Chapter 2: The Pool of Tears

CURIOUSER and curiouser!" cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for a moment she quite forgot how to speak good English); "now I’m opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!" (for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getting so far off). "Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I’m sure I sha’n’t be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself about you: you must manage the best way you can—but I must be kind to them," thought Alice, "or perhaps they won’t walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I’ll give them a new pair of boots every Christmas."

And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it. "They must go by the carrier," she thought; "and how funny it’ll seem, sending presents to one’s own feet! And how odd the directions will look!

Alice’s Right Foot, Esq.
Hearthrug,
near the Fender,
(with Alice’s love).

Oh dear, what nonsense I’m talking!"

Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was now rather more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden door.

Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, to look through into the garden with one eye; but to get through was more hopeless than ever: she sat down and began to cry again.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself," said Alice, "a great girl like you" (she might well say this), "to go on crying in this way! Stop this moment, I tell you!" But she went on all the same, shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all round her, about four inches deep and reaching half down the hall.

After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, and she hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. It was the White Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand and a large fan in the other: he came trotting along in a great hurry, muttering to himself as he came, "Oh! the Duchess, the Duchess! Oh! won’t she be savage if I’ve kept her waiting!" Alice felt so desperate that she was ready to ask help of any one; so, when the Rabbit came near her, she began, in a low, timid voice, "If you please, sir——" The Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid gloves and the fan, and scurried away into the darkness as hard as he could go.

Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot, she kept fanning herself all the time she went on talking! "Dear, dear! How queer everything is today! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I’ve been changed during the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I’m not the same, the next question is, who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle!" And she began thinking over all the children she knew that were of the same age as herself, to see if she could have been changed for any of them.

"I’m sure I’m not Ada," she said, "for her hair goes in such long ringlets, and mine doesn’t go in ringlets at all; and I’m sure I can’t be Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she, oh! she knows such a very little! Besides, she’s  she, and I’m  I, and—oh dear, how puzzling it all is! I’ll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is—oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at that rate! However, the Multiplication Table doesn’t signify: let’s try Geography. London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome, and Rome—no, that’s  all wrong, I’m certain! I must have been changed for Mabel! I’ll try and say ‘How doth the little——‘" and she crossed her hands on her lap as if she were saying lessons, and began to repeat it, but her voice sounded hoarse and strange, and the words did not come the same as they used to do:—

"How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

"How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!"

"I’m sure those are not the right words," said poor Alice, and her eyes filled with tears again as she went on. "I must be Mabel, after all, and I shall have to go and live in that poky little house, and have next to no toys to play with, and oh! ever so many lessons to learn! No, I’ve made up my mind about it; if I’m Mabel, I’ll stay down here! It’ll be no use their putting their heads down and saying, ‘Come up again, dear!’ I shall only look up and say, ‘Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I’ll come up: if not, I’ll stay down here till I’m somebody else’—but, oh dear!" cried Alice with a sudden burst of tears, "I do wish they would put their heads down! I am so very tired of being all alone here!"

As she said this she looked down at her hands, and was surprised to see that she had put on one of the Rabbit’s little white kid gloves while she was talking. "How can I have done that?" she thought. "I must be growing small again." She got up and went to the table to measure herself by it, and found that, as nearly as she could guess, she was now about two feet high, and was going on shrinking rapidly: she soon found out that the cause of this was the fan she was holding, and she dropped it hastily, just in time to avoid shrinking away altogether.

"That was a narrow escape!" said Alice, a good deal frightened at the sudden change, but very glad to find herself still in existence; "and now for the garden!" and she ran with all speed back to the little door: but alas! the little door was shut again, and the little golden key was lying on the glass table as before, "and things are worse than ever," thought the poor child, "for I never was so small as this before, never! And I declare it’s too bad, that it is!"

As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea, "and in that case I can go back by railway," she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railway station.) However, she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high.

"I wish I hadn’t cried so much!" said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. "I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That will be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer today."

Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little way off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was: at first she thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she was now, and she soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped in like herself.

"Would it be of any use now," thought Alice, "to speak to this mouse? Everything is so out-of-the-way down here, that I should think very likely it can talk: at any rate, there’s no harm in trying." So she began: "O Mouse, do you know the way out of this pool? I am very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse!" (Alice thought this must be the right way of speaking to a mouse; she had never done such a thing before, but she remembered having seen in her brother’s Latin Grammar, "A mouse—of a mouse—to a mouse—a mouse—O mouse!") The Mouse looked at her rather inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little eyes, but it said nothing.

"Perhaps it doesn’t understand English," thought Alice; "I daresay it’s a French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror." (For, with all her knowledge of history, Alice had no very clear notion how long ago anything had happened.) So she began again: "Où est ma chatte?" which was the first sentence in her French lesson-book. The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright. "Oh, I beg your pardon!" cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the poor animal’s feelings. "I quite forgot you didn’t like cats."

"Not like cats!" cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. "Would you like cats if you were me?"

"Well, perhaps not," said Alice in a soothing tone: "don’t be angry about it. And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: I think you’d take a fancy to cats if you could only see her. She is such a dear quiet thing," Alice went on, half to herself, as she swam lazily about in the pool, "and she sits purring so nicely by the fire, licking her paws and washing her face—and she is such a nice soft thing to nurse—and she’s such a capital one for catching mice——oh, I beg your pardon!" cried Alice again, for this time the Mouse was bristling all over, and she felt certain it must be really offended. "We won’t talk about her any more if you’d rather not."

"We, indeed!" cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his tail. "As if I would talk on such a subject! Our family always hated cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don’t let me hear the name again!"

"I won’t indeed!" said Alice, in a great hurry to change the subject of conversation. "Are you—are you fond—of—of dogs?" The Mouse did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly: "There is such a nice little dog near our house I should like to show you! A little bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly brown hair! And it’ll fetch things when you throw them, and it’ll sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things—I can’t remember half of them—and it belongs to a farmer, you know, and he says it’s so useful, it’s worth a hundred pounds! He says it kills all the rats and—oh dear!" cried Alice in a sorrowful tone, "I’m afraid I’ve offended it again!" For the Mouse was swimming away from her as hard as it could go, and making quite a commotion in the pool as it went.

So she called softly after it, "Mouse dear! Do come back again, and we won’t talk about cats or dogs either, if you don’t like them!"

When the Mouse heard this, it turned round and swam slowly back to her: its face was quite pale (with passion, Alice thought), and it said in a low trembling voice, "Let us get to the shore, and then I’ll tell you my history, and you’ll understand why it is I hate cats and dogs."

It was high time to go, for the pool was getting quite crowded with the birds and animals that had fallen into it: there were a Duck and a Dodo, a Lory and an Eaglet, and several other curious creatures. Alice led the way, and the whole party swam to the shore.

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The Artists

Odawas (Press Photo)
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Odawas
San Francisco, CA
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Assateague (Press Photo)
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Assateague
San Francisco, CA
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The New Highway Hymnal (Press Photo by Sam Stambaugh)
Image: Sam Stambaugh
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Amelia from The New Highway Hymnal: When Foundwaves hit us up about this Alice in Wonderland project I knew I had to write something for it. I’ve read the book probably a hundred times, so this project was right up my alley. This was my first real attempt at songwriting for The New Highway Hymnal, and I thought the events of the Pool of Tears chapter were quite fitting for our sound — Alice is lost in this strange place, she’s starting to lose touch with reality, and ends up drowning in a flood of her own tears. Trippy. Lyrically it ended up being more autobiographical than I intended it to be, but I think that’s what drew me to this chapter in the first place — I can kind of relate to how Alice is feeling at this point in the story. I think everyone’s had some sort of identity crisis at some point or another in their lives.

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The New Highway Hymnal
Northshore, MA
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Poster art by Eilidh Reid
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Chapter 1: Down the Rabbit Hole
Featuring The Foreign Resort (Denmark), Soft Pyramids (Boston), Max Pain and the Groovies (Salt Lake City), and Meredith Sheldon (Western MA) and poster art by Roy G. Biv

Chapter 2: The Pool of Tears
Featuring The Odawas (San Francisco), Assateague (San Francisco), and The New Highway Hymnal (Northshore, MA) and poster art by Eilidh Reid

Chapter 3: A Caucus-race and a Long Tale
Featuring Crushed Out (Brooklyn), Boom Said Thunder (Brooklyn), and Maus Haus (San Francisco), with poster art by John Magnifico

Chapter 4: The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill
Featuring Something Sneaky (South Shore, MA), The Brankas (San Francisco), Underwater Bear Ballet (Boston), and Bridges (San Francisco) with poster art by Ariel Wang

Chapter 5: Advice from a Caterpillar
Featuring Nights (Cleveland) and Tashaki Miyaki (LA) and poster art by Greg Maxwell

Chapter 6: Pig and Pepper
Featuring Li Xi (San Francisco), The Shills (Boston), and The Symptoms (Boston) and poster art by Adam McElreath

Chapter 7: A Mad Tea-party
Featuring Aloud (Boston), Sexy Girls (Amherst, MA), and Hands and Knees (Boston) and poster art by Nicole Anguish

Chapter 8: The Queen's Croquet-Ground
Featuring Magic Shoppe (Boston), Mosaics (San Francisco), Miss Geo (Boston), and Future Twin (San Francisco) and poster art by Aaron Spransy / CanaryCoalmine

Chapter 9: The Mock Turtle’s Story
Featuring Hi Lo Ha (San Francisco), Young Tongue (Austin), and Wind Burial (Seattle) and poster art by Eilidh Reed

Chapter 10: The Lobster Quadrille
Featuring Undisco Kidd (Italy) and Jaggery (Boston) and poster art by Serpentes Designs.

Chapter 11: Who Stole the Tarts?
Featuring NRVS LVRS (San Francisco) and The Bikes (Arlington, MA) and poster art by Coco Roy.

Chapter 12: Alice's Evidence
Featuring Iris Lune (New York, NY), Two Sheds (Los Angeles), Courtney Swain (Providence, RI), and G Squared (Brooklyn) and poster art by Ariel Wang.
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