Alice in Wonderland:The Rabbit sends in a Little Bill
New Songs And Art Inspired By Chapter 4

For the 150th anniversary of Alice in Wonderland… Featuring new tracks by Something Sneaky (South Shore, MA), The Brankas (San Francisco), Underwater Bear Ballet (Boston), and Bridges (San Francisco) and poster art by Ariel Wang  ()  ()  ()
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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 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 4 with tracks by Something Sneaky (South Shore, MA), The Brankas (San Francisco), Underwater Bear Ballet (Boston), and Bridges (San Francisco) and poster art by Ariel Wang 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 Ariel’s poster art.

Come back next week to read Chapter 5 “Advice from a Caterpillar” and listen to new songs by Nights and Tashaki Miyaki with poster art by Greg Maxwell.

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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 4: The Rabbit sends in a Little Bill

It was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back again, and looking anxiously about as it went, as if it had lost something; and she heard it muttering to itself, "The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and whiskers! She’ll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets! Where  can  I have dropped them, I wonder?" Alice guessed in a moment that it was looking for the fan and the pair of white kid gloves, and she very good-naturedly began hunting about for them, but they were nowhere to be seen—everything seemed to have changed since her swim in the pool, and the great hall, with the glass table and the little door, had vanished completely.

Very soon the Rabbit noticed Alice, as she went hunting about, and called out to her in an angry tone, "Why, Mary Ann, what  are  you doing out here? Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of gloves and a fan! Quick, now!" And Alice was so much frightened that she ran off at once in the direction it pointed to, without trying to explain the mistake it had made.

"He took me for his housemaid," she said to herself as she ran. "How surprised he’ll be when he finds out who I am! But I’d better take him his fan and gloves—that is, if I can find them." As she said this, she came upon a neat little house, on the door of which was a bright brass plate with the name "W. RABBIT" engraved upon it. She went in without knocking, and hurried up stairs, in great fear lest she should meet the real Mary Ann, and be turned out of the house before she had found the fan and gloves.

"How queer it seems," Alice said to herself, "to be going messages for a rabbit! I suppose Dinah’ll be sending me on messages next!" And she began fancying the sort of thing that would happen: "’Miss Alice! Come here directly, and get ready for your walk!’ ‘Coming in a minute, nurse! But I’ve got to watch this mouse-hole till Dinah comes back, and see that the mouse doesn’t get out.’ Only I don’t think," Alice went on, "that they’d let Dinah stop in the house if it began ordering people about like that!"

By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room with a table in the window, and on it (as she had hoped) a fan and two or three pairs of tiny white kid gloves: she took up the fan and a pair of the gloves, and was just going to leave the room, when her eye fell upon a little bottle that stood near the looking-glass. There was no label this time with the words "DRINK ME," but nevertheless she uncorked it and put it to her lips. "I know something interesting is sure to happen," she said to herself, "whenever I eat or drink anything; so I’ll just see what this bottle does. I do hope it will make me grow large again, for really I’m tired of being such a tiny little thing!"

It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected: before she had drunk half the bottle, she found her head pressing against the ceiling, and had to stoop to save her neck from being broken. She hastily put down the bottle, saying to herself "That’s quite enough—I hope I sha’n’t grow any more—As it is, I can’t get out at the door—I do wish I hadn’t drunk quite so much!"

Alas! it was too late to wish that! She went on growing, and growing, and very soon had to kneel down on the floor: in another minute there was not even room for this, and she tried the effect of lying down with one elbow against the door, and the other arm curled round her head. Still she went on growing, and, as a last resource, she put one arm out of the window, and one foot up the chimney, and said to herself "Now I can do no more, whatever happens. What will become of me?"

Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full effect, and she grew no larger: still it was very uncomfortable, and, as there seemed to be no sort of chance of her ever getting out of the room again, no wonder she felt unhappy.

"It was much pleasanter at home," thought poor Alice, "when one wasn’t always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn’t gone down that rabbit-hole—and yet—and yet—it’s rather curious, you know, this sort of life! I do wonder what can have happened to me! When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one! There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought! And when I grow up, I’ll write one—but I’m grown up now," she added in a sorrowful tone; "at least there’s no room to grow up any more here."

"But then," thought Alice, "shall I never get any older than I am now? That’ll be a comfort, one way—never to be an old woman—but then—always to have lessons to learn! Oh, I shouldn’t like that!"

"Oh, you foolish Alice!" she answered herself. "How can you learn lessons in here? Why, there’s hardly room for  you, and no room at all for any lesson-books!"

And so she went on, taking first one side and then the other, and making quite a conversation of it altogether; but after a few minutes she heard a voice outside, and stopped to listen.

"Mary Ann! Mary Ann!" said the voice. "Fetch me my gloves this moment!" Then came a little pattering of feet on the stairs. Alice knew it was the Rabbit coming to look for her, and she trembled till she shook the house, quite forgetting that she was now about a thousand times as large as the Rabbit, and had no reason to be afraid of it.

Presently the Rabbit came up to the door, and tried to open it; but, as the door opened inwards, and Alice’s elbow was pressed hard against it, that attempt proved a failure. Alice heard it say to itself "Then I’ll go round and get in at the window."

"That you won’t" thought Alice, and, after waiting till she fancied she heard the Rabbit just under the window, she suddenly spread out her hand, and made a snatch in the air. She did not get hold of anything, but she heard a little shriek and a fall, and a crash of broken glass, from which she concluded that it was just possible it had fallen into a cucumber-frame, or something of the sort.

Next came an angry voice—the Rabbit’s—"Pat! Pat! Where are you?" And then a voice she had never heard before, "Sure then I’m here! Digging for apples, yer honour!"

"Digging for apples, indeed!" said the Rabbit angrily. "Here! Come and help me out of this!" (Sounds of more broken glass.)

"Now tell me, Pat, what’s that in the window?"

"Sure, it’s an arm, yer  " (He pronounced it "arrum.")

"An arm, you goose! Who ever saw one that size? Why, it fills the whole window!"

"Sure, it does, yer honour? but it’s an arm for all that."

"Well, it’s got no business there, at any rate: go and take it away!"

There was a long silence after this, and Alice could only hear whispers now and then; such as, "Sure, I don’t like it, yer honour, at all, at all!" "Do as I tell you, you coward!" and at last she spread out her hand again, and made another snatch in the air. This time there were two little shrieks, and more sounds of broken glass. "What a number of cucumber-frames there must be!" thought Alice. "I wonder what they’ll do next! As for pulling me out of the window, I only wish they could!  I’m sure I don’t    to stay in here any longer!"

She waited for some time without hearing anything more: at last came a rumbling of little cart-wheels, and the sound of a good many voices all talking together: she made out the words: "Where’s the other ladder?—Why I hadn’t to bring but one; Bill’s got the other—Bill! Fetch it here, lad!—Here, put ’em up at this corner—No, tie ’em together first—they don’t reach half high enough yet—Oh! they’ll do well enough; don’t be particular—Here, Bill! catch hold of this rope—Will the roof bear?—Mind that loose slate—Oh, it’s coming down! Heads below!" (a loud crash)—"Now, who did that?—It was Bill, I fancy—Who’s to go down the chimney?—Nay,  I  sha’n’t! You do it!—That I won’t, then! Bill’s to go down—Here, Bill! the master says you’ve to go down the chimney!"

"Oh! So Bill’s got to come down the chimney, has he?" said Alice to herself. "Why, they seem to put everything upon Bill! I wouldn’t be in Bill’s place for a good deal: this fireplace is narrow, to be sure; but I think I can kick a little!"

She drew her foot as far down the chimney as she could, and waited till she heard a little animal (she couldn’t guess of what sort it was) scratching and scrambling about in the chimney close above her: then, saying to herself "This is Bill," she gave one sharp kick, and waited to see what would happen next.

The first thing she heard was a general chorus of "There goes Bill!" then the Rabbit’s voice alone—"Catch him, you by the hedge!" then silence, and then another confusion of voices—"Hold up his head—Brandy now—Don’t choke him—How was it, old fellow? What happened to you? Tell us all about it!"

At last came a little feeble, squeaking voice, ("That’s Bill," thought Alice,) "Well, I hardly know—No more, thank ye; I’m better now—but I’m a deal too flustered to tell you—all I know is, something comes at me like a Jack-in-the-box, and up I goes like a sky-rocket!"

"So you did, old fellow!" said the others.

"We must burn the house down!" said the Rabbit’s voice. And Alice called out as loud as she could, "If you do, I’ll set Dinah at you!"

There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice thought to herself "I wonder what they will do next! If they had any sense, they’d take the roof off." After a minute or two they began moving about again, and Alice heard the Rabbit say "A barrowful will do, to begin with."

"A barrowful of what?" thought Alice. But she had not long to doubt, for the next moment a shower of little pebbles came rattling in at the window, and some of them hit her in the face. "I’ll put a stop to this," she said to herself, and shouted out "You’d better not do that again!" which produced another dead silence.

Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning into little cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came into her head. "If I eat one of these cakes," she thought, "it’s sure to make some change in my size; and, as it can’t possibly make me larger, it must make me smaller, I suppose."

So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that she began shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get through the door, she ran out of the house, and found quite a crowd of little animals and birds waiting outside. The poor little Lizard, Bill, was in the middle, being held up by two guinea-pigs, who were giving it something out of a bottle. They all made a rush at Alice the moment she appeared; but she ran off as hard as she could, and soon found herself safe in a thick wood.

"The first thing I’ve got to do," said Alice to herself, as she wandered about in the wood, "is to grow to my right size again; and the second thing is to find my way into that lovely garden. I think that will be the best plan."

It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply arranged; the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest idea how to set about it; and, while she was peering about anxiously among the trees, a little sharp bark just over her head made her look up in a great hurry.

An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes, and feebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her. "Poor little thing!" said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried hard to whistle to it; but she was terribly frightened all the time at the thought that it might be hungry, in which case it would be very likely to eat her up in spite of all her coaxing.

Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick, and held it out to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the air off all its feet at once, with a yelp of delight, and rushed at the stick, and made believe to worry it; then Alice dodged behind a great thistle, to keep herself from being run over; and, the moment she appeared on the other side, the puppy made another rush at the stick, and tumbled head over heels in its hurry to get hold of it; then Alice, thinking it was very like having a game of play with a cart-horse, and expecting every moment to be trampled under its feet, ran round the thistle again; then the puppy began a series of short charges at the stick, running a little way forwards each time and a long way back, and barking hoarsely all the while, till at last it sat down a good way off, panting, with its tongue hanging out of its mouth, and its great eyes half shut.

This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape; so she set off at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out of breath, and till the puppy’s bark sounded quite faint in the distance.

"And yet what a dear little puppy it was!" said Alice, as she leant against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with one of the leaves. "I should have liked teaching it tricks very much, if—if I’d only been the right size to do it! Oh, dear! I’d nearly forgotten that I’ve got to grow up again! Let me see—how is it to be managed? I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is, what?"

The great question certainly was, what? Alice looked all round her at the flowers and the blades of grass, but she could not see anything that looked like the right thing to eat or drink under the circumstances. There was a large mushroom growing near her, about the same height as herself; and, when she had looked under it, and on both sides of it, and behind it, it occurred to her that she might  as well look and see what was on the top of it.

She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peeped over the edge of the mushroom, and her eyes immediately met those of a large blue caterpillar, that was sitting on the top with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah, and taking not the smallest notice of her or of anything else.

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The Artists

Something Sneaky (Press Photo)
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We were all pretty intrigued by the potion that makes Alice grow. We were in the middle of messing with this 12/8 chord progression that goes up the neck, and I kept picturing someone growing. This coincided with another thought about a band that gets really big and starts touring all over North America. That was the idea behind all of the "feet are in Mexico," "stretching out from coast to coast," and "head is in Canada" lyrics. Somewhere along the lines I was picturing a giant Alice representing a band that drank a potion that made them a huge success. Just like how there is no room for Alice in the room as she grows, it’s like the band is trying to outgrow their constraints. There were also some meaningful lines in the chapter about Alice wondering if anyone would ever remember her — that led to the idea of someone just wanting to do something that people actually care about.

Lyrics:

I just need somewhere to grow
I’m tired of lying around
I’ll end up the talk of the town
I just want somewhere to go

I just need something to climb
Something for someone to mind
Everyone I’ve been around
They couldn’t pull me all down

Calling all the candidates who’re looking at the sun
I’m reading all your resumes, I’ll hire everyone
My feet are in Mexico, my head is in the sun
Lying down and stretching out from coast to coast is fun
My head is touching Canada, or else it’s in the sun
It’s Canada, it’s Canada, it’s Canada, the sun
My feet are in Mexico, in Canada, the sun
I needed somewhere to grow

I needed somewhere to go
I needed someone to talk to

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Something Sneaky
South Shore, MA
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Watch out for Something Sneaky’s new album “Pictures” coming out in October.
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The Brankas (Press Photo by Taylor McElroy)
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From the very beginning we knew we didn’t want to pull from the text too much, but right away Taylor and I gravitated towards the idea of changing size over and over again. I also like the idea of houses; people are sort of like houses. They have a roof and a door and can hold personal things. When you feel like you’re getting too big or getting too small it can make you anxious, same goes for the size of your house. Other people can make you anxious. This was sort of all rolled into the lyrics and music but it could all just be nonsense. The story is all nonsense, if you think about it. I mean, does anybody really believe rabbits can talk and have houses and stopwatches?

Originally we wanted the song to be all bouncy synthesizers and drums and noises but it didn’t end up that way. We wrote it in a week and recorded it in our friend Keith’s living room in Oakland. He’s got a house too.

Lyrics:

Grouped together in awkward smoke
Stands around passing notes
Corneas stay in the car
Trees never go very far
I’ve been shifting shape
All rearranged
I lost my shape

When all the colors rearranged
I live in my own house!
They want me out of my house!
I lost my shape
All rearranged
I’ve been shifting shape

When all the colors rearranged
You check your notes
You ride their coats
And make the sound of sinking ships

I see no
I see no light

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The Brankas
San Francisco, CA
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Free Downloads
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Underwater Bear Ballet (Press Photo by Adam Schaffer)
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Our songwriting process was pretty silly, we already had the skeleton worked out in terms of melody/harmony and chord changes and form. We recorded it in sort of a daze by ourselves on a shitty digital tascam 8-track with whatever mics we had lying around. Recorded vocals in Donnie’s bathroom at like 1am the night before the deadline with Donnie passed out on the couch and me yelling the lyrics as best I could after a long day of recording. There’s a hilarious little thing at the end of the track where we didn’t quite cut it in time, so there’s a taste of a different song by a different band right at the end for about 2 seconds.


Lyrics:

Can’t help but wander
the rabbits in my head
found a note on the end
of your bottle

either I’m getting bigger
or this house is getting smaller
either way…
i’ll find myself in the smoke
it blows to me

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Underwater Bear Ballet
Boston, MA
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Tricia from Bridges: The song was inspired by the imagery and mood of chapter 4. Pulling words and phrases and adding others seemed to lead to a more metaphorical interpretation I suppose. The song sort of evolved into more of a mental landscape of confusion and isolation with a reminder of peace, love and beauty somewhere in between. The concepts became a bit more personal for me I guess.

Lyrics:

Don’t you say you’ll ever run into the night
Born to no coincidence there is light
You’re only one and there’s always room, only, only love
She ran toward the door but it was no more
How will we ever learn when there’s no room for
You’re only one and there’s always room, only, only love
Voices haunting me inside into the sky
Stretched out far and wide to the edges of our lives
You’re only one and there’s always room, only, only love

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Bridges
San Francisco, CA
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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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