Alice Through The Looking Glass (English) Movie Song Mp3 Download

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While the first Alice novel took playing cards as a theme, Through the Looking-Glass instead used chess; most of the main characters are represented by chess pieces, with Alice being a pawn. The looking-glass world consists of square fields divided by brooks or streams, and the crossing of each brook typically signifies a change in scene, with Alice advancing one square. At the book's beginning, Carroll provided and explained a chess composition with descriptive notation, corresponding to the events of the story. Although the piece movements follow the rules of chess, other basic rules are ignored: one player (White) makes several consecutive moves while the (Red/Black) opponent's moves are skipped, and a late check (12... Qe8+) is left undealt with. Carroll also explained that certain items listed in the composition do not have corresponding piece moves but simply refer to the story, e.g. the "castling of the three Queens, which is merely a way of saying that they entered the palace". Despite these liberties, the final position is an authentic checkmate.

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Alice Through the Looking Glass is a 2016 American live-action/animated fantasy adventure film directed by James Bobin, written by Linda Woolverton and produced by Tim Burton, Joe Roth, Suzanne Todd, and Jennifer Todd. It is based on the characters created by Lewis Carroll and it is the sequel to Disney's 2010 live-action feature film Alice in Wonderland.[3] Johnny Depp, Anne Hathaway, Helena Bonham Carter, Matt Lucas, Mia Wasikowska, Alan Rickman, Stephen Fry, Michael Sheen, Barbara Windsor, Timothy Spall, Paul Whitehouse, Lindsay Duncan, Geraldine James, and Leo Bill reprise their roles from the previous film with Rhys Ifans and Sacha Baron Cohen joining the cast. It also features Rickman, Windsor, and Andrew Sachs in their final film roles prior to their deaths. In the film, a now 22-year-old Alice comes across a magical looking glass that takes her back to Wonderland, where she finds that the Mad Hatter is acting madder than usual and wants to discover the truth about his family. Alice then travels through time (with the "Chronosphere"), comes across friends and enemies at different points of their lives, and embarks on a race to save the Hatter before time runs out.

In the story of Alice through the looking glass, Alice goes throughout the book playing in a large chess game as a pawn. She can only see one space ahead of her, and she's pushed and prodded by others in the direction they want her to go. At the end of the game, she becomes a Queen and she can see the whole board and move anywhere she wants.

Then she began looking about, and noticed that what could be seen from the oldroom was quite common and uninteresting, but that all the rest was as differentas possible. For instance, the pictures on the wall next the fire seemed to beall alive, and the very clock on the chimney-piece (you know you can only seethe back of it in the Looking-glass) had got the face of a little old man, andgrinned at her.

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AFTER a while the noise seemed gradually to die away, till all was dead silence, and Alice liftedup her head in some alarm. There was no one to be seen, and her first thought was that she musthave been dreaming about the Lion and the Unicorn and those queer Anglo-Saxon Messengers. However, there was the great dish still lying at her feet, on which she had tried to cut theplum-cake, 'So I wasn't dreaming, after all,' she said to herself, 'unless -- unless we're all part ofthe same dream. Only I do hope it's my dream, and not the Red King's! I don't like belonging toanother person's dream,' she went on in a rather complaining tone: 'I've a great mind to go andwake him, and see what happens!'At this moment her thoughts were interrupted by a loudshouting of 'Ahoy! Ahoy! Check!' and a Knight, dressedin crimson armour, came galloping down upon her,brandishing a great club. Just as he reached her, thehorse stopped suddenly: 'You're my prisoner!' the Knightcried, as he tumbled off his horse.Startled as she was, Alice was more frightened for himthan for herself at the moment, and watched him withsome anxiety as he mounted again. As soon as he wascomfortably in the saddle, he began once more 'You'remy --' but here another voice broke in 'Ahoy! Ahoy!Check!' and Alice looked round in some surprise for thenew enemy.This time it was a White Knight. He drew up at Alice's side, and tumbled off his horse just as theRed Knight had done: then he got on again, and the two Knights sat and looked at each other forsome time without speaking. Alice looked from one to the other in some bewilderment.'She's my prisoner, you know!' the Red Knight said at last.'Yes, but then I came and rescued her!' the White Knight replied.'Well, we must fight for her, then,' said the Red Knight, as he took up his helmet (which hungfrom the saddle, and was something the shape of a horse's head) and put it on.'You will observe the Rules of Battle, of course?' the White Knight remarked, putting on hishelmet too.'I always do,' said the Red Knight, and they began banging away at each other with such furythat Alice got behind a tree to be out of the way of the blows.'I wonder, now, what the Rules of Battle are,' she said to herself, as she watched the fight,timidly peeping out from her hiding-place. 'One Rule seems to be, that if one Knight hits theother, he knocks him off his horse; and, if he misses, he tumbles off himself -- and another Ruleseems to be that they hold their clubs with their arms, as if they were Punch and Judy -- What anoise they make when they tumble! Just like a whole set of fire-irons falling into the fender! Andhow quiet the horses are! They let them get on and off them just as if they were tables!'Another Rule of Battle, that Alice had not noticed, seemed to be that they always fell on theirheads; and the battle ended with their both falling off in this way, side by side. When they got upagain, they shook hands, and then the Red Knight mounted and galloped off.'It was a glorious victory, wasn't it?' said the White Knight, as he came up panting.'I don't know,' Alice said doubtfully. 'I don't want to be anybody's prisoner. I want to be aQueen.''So you will, when you've crossed the next brook,' said the White Knight. 'I'll see you safe to theend of the wood -- and then I must go back, you know. That's the end of my move.''Thank you very much,' said Alice. 'May I help you off with your helmet?' It was evidently morethan he could manage by himself: however she managed to shake him out of it at last.'Now one can breathe more easily,' said the Knight, putting back his shaggy hair with bothhands, and turning his gentle face and large mild eyes to Alice. She thought she had never seensuch a strange-looking soldier in all her life.He was dressed in tin armour, which seemed to fit him very badly, and he had a queer-shapedlittle deal box fastened across his shoulders, upside-down, and with the lid hanging open. Alicelooked at it with great curiosity.'I see you're admiring my little box,' the Knight said in a friendly tone. 'It's my own invention --to keep clothes and sandwiches in. You see I carry it upside-down, so that the rain ca'n't get in.''But the things can get out,' Alice gently remarked. 'Do you know the lid's open?''I didn't know it,' the Knight said, a shade of vexation passing over his face. 'Then all the thingsmust have fallen out! And the box is no use without them.' He unfastened it as he spoke, and wasjust going to throw it into the bushes, when a sudden thought seemed to strike him, and he hungit carefully on a tree. 'Can you guess why I did that?' he said to Alice.Alice shook her head.'In hopes some bees may make a nest in it -- then I should get the honey.''But you've got a bee-hive -- or something like one -- fastened to the saddle,' said Alice.'Yes, it's a very good bee-hive,' the Knight said in a discontented tone, 'one of the best kind. Butnot a single bee has come near it yet. And the other thing is a mouse-trap. I suppose the micekeep the bees out -- or the bees keep the mice out, I don't know which.''I was wondering what the mouse-trap was for,' said Alice. 'It isn't very likely there would beany mice on the horse's back.''Not very likely, perhaps,' said the Knight; 'but, if they do come, I don't choose to have themrunning all about.''You see,' he went on after a pause, 'it's as well to be provided for every-thing. That's the reasonthe horse has all those anklets round his feet.''But what are they for?' Alice asked in a tone of great curiosity.'To guard against the bites of sharks,' the Knight replied. 'It's an invention of my own. And nowhelp me on. I'll go with you to the end of the wood -- What's that dish for?''It's meant for plum-cake,' said Alice.'We'd better take it with us,' the Knight said. 'It'll come in handy if we find any plum-cake. Helpme to get it into this bag.'This took a long time to manage, though Alice held the bag open very carefully, because theknight was so very awkward in putting in the dish: the first two or three times that he tried he fellin himself instead. 'It's rather a tight fit, you see,' he said, as they got it in at last; 'there are somany candlesticks in the bag.' And he hung it to the saddle, which was already loaded withbunches of carrots, and fire-irons, and many other things.'I hope you've got your hair well fastened on?' he continued, as they set off.'Only in the usual way,' Alice said, smiling.'That's hardly enough,' he said, anxiously. 'You see the wind is so very strong here. It's as strongas soup.''Have you invented a plan for keeping the hair from being blown off?' Alice enquired.'Not yet,' said the Knight. 'But I've got a plan for keeping it from falling off.''I should like to hear it, very much.''First you take an upright stick,' said the Knight. 'Then you make your hair creep up it, like afruit-tree. Now the reason hair falls off is because it hangs down -- things never fall upwards, youknow. It's a plan of my own invention. You may try it if you like.'It didn't sound a comfortable plan, Alice thought, and for a few minutes she walked on in silence,puzzling over the idea, and every now and then stopping to help the poor Knight, who certainlywas not a good rider.Whenever the horse stopped (which it did very often), he felloff in front; and, whenever it went on again (which it generallydid rather suddenly), he fell off behind. Otherwise he kept onpretty well, except that he had a habit of now and then fallingoff sideways; and, as he generally did this on the side on whichAlice was walking, she soon found that it was the best plan notto walk quite close to the horse.'I'm afraid you've not had much practice in riding,' sheventured to say, as she was helping him up from his fifthtumble.The Knight looked very much surprised, and a little offendedat the remark. 'What makes you say that?' he asked, as hescrambled back into the saddle, keeping hold of Alice's hair with one hand, to save himself fromfalling over on the other side.'Because people don't fall off quite so often, when they've had much practice.''I've had plenty of practice,' the Knight said very gravely: 'plenty of practice!'Alice could think of nothing better to say than 'Indeed?' but she said it as heartily as she could.They went on a little way in silence after this, the Knight with his eyes shut, muttering tohimself, and Alice watching anxiously for the next tumble.'The great art of riding,' the Knight suddenly began in a loud voice, waving his right arm as hespoke, 'is to keep --' Here the sentence ended as suddenly as it had begun, as the Knight fellheavily on the top of his head exactly in the path where Alice was walking. She was quitefrightened this time, and said in an anxious tone, as she picked him up, 'I hope no bones arebroken?''None to speak of,' the Knight said, as if he didn't mind breaking two or three of them. 'The greatart of riding, as I was saying, is -- to keep your balance properly. Like this, you know --'He let go the bridle, and stretched out both his arms to show Alice what he meant, and this timehe fell flat on his back, right under the horse's feet.'Plenty of practice!' he went on repeating, all the time that Alice was getting him on his feetagain. 'Plenty of practice!''It's too ridiculous!' cried Alice, losing all her patience this time. 'You ought to have a woodenhorse on wheels, that you ought!''Does that kind go smoothly?' the Knight asked in a tone of great interest, clasping his armsround the horse's neck as he spoke, just in time to save himself from tumbling off again.'Much more smoothly than a live horse,' Alice said, with a little scream of laughter, in spite of allshe could do to prevent it.'I'll get one,' the Knight said thoughtfully to himself. 'One or two -- several.'There was a short silence after this, and then the Knight went on again. 'I'm a great hand atinventing things. Now, I daresay you noticed, the last time you picked me up, that I was lookingrather thoughtful?''You were a little grave,' said Alice.'Well, just then I was inventing a new way of getting over a gate -- would you like to hear it?''Very much indeed,' Alice said politely.'I'll tell you how I came to think of it,' said the Knight. 'You see, I said to myself "The onlydifficulty is with the feet: the head is high enough already." Now, first I put my head on the topof the gate -- then the head's high enough -- then I stand on my head -- then the feet are highenough, you see -- them I'm over, you see.''Yes, I suppose you'd be over when that was done,' Alice said thoughtfully: 'but don't you thinkit would be rather hard?''I haven't tried it yet,' the Knight said, gravely; 'so I can't tell for certain -- but I'm afraid itwouldbe a little hard.'He looked so vexed at the idea, that Alice changed the subject hastily. 'What a curious helmetyou've got!' she said cheerfully. 'Is that you invention too?'The Knight looked down proudly at his helmet, which hung from the saddle. 'Yes,' he said; 'butI've invented a better one than that -- like a sugar-loaf. When I used to wear it, if I fell off thehorse, it always touched the ground directly. So I had a very little way to fall, you see -- But therewas the danger of falling into it, to be sure. That happened to me once -- and the worst of it was,before I could get out again, the other White Knight came and put it on. He thought it was hisown helmet.'The Knight looked so solemn about it that Alice did not dare to laugh. 'I'm afraid you must havehurt him,' she said in a trembling voice, 'being on the top of his head.''I had to kick him, of course,' the Knight said, very seriously. 'And then he took the helmet offagain -- but it took hours and hours to get me out. I was as fast as -- as lightning, you know.''But that's a different kind of fastness,' Alice objected.The Knight shook his head. 'It was all kinds of fastness with me, I can assure you!' he said. Heraised his hands in some excitement as he said this, and instantly rolled out of the saddle, and fellheadlong into a deep ditch.Alice ran to the side of the ditch to look for him. She wasrather startled by the fall, as for some time he had kept onvery well, and she was afraid that he really was hurt thistime. However, though she could see nothing but thesoles of his feet, she was much relieved to hear that hewas talking on in his usual tone. 'All kinds of fastness,'he repeated: 'but it was careless of him to put anotherman's helmet on -- with the man in it, too.''How can you go on talking so quietly, headdownwards?' Alice asked, as she dragged him out by the feet, and laid him in a heap on the bank.The Knight looked surprised at the question. 'What does it matter where my body happens tobe?' he said. 'My mind goes on working all the same. In fact, the more head-downwards I am, themore I keep inventing new things.''Now the cleverest thing of the sort that I ever did,' he went on after a pause, 'was inventing anew pudding during the meat-course.''In time to have it cooked for the next course?' said Alice. 'Well, that was quick work, certainly!''Well, not the next course,' the Knight said in a slow thoughtful tone: 'no, certainly not the nextcourse.''Then it would have to be the next day. I suppose you wouldn't have two pudding-courses in onedinner?''Well, not the next day,' the Knight repeated as before: 'not the next day. In fact,' he went on,holding his head down, and his voice getting lower and lower, 'I don't believe that pudding everwas cooked! In fact, I don't believe that pudding ever will be cooked! And yet it was a veryclever pudding to invent.''What did you mean it to be made of?' Alice asked, hoping to cheer him up, for the poor Knightseemed quite low-spirited about it.'It began with blotting-paper,' the Knight answered with a groan.'That wouldn't be very nice, I'm afraid --' 'Not very nice alone,' he interrupted, quite eagerly: 'but you've no idea what a difference itmakes, mixing it with other things -- such as gunpowder and sealing-wax. And here I must leaveyou.' They had just come to the end of the wood.Alice could only look puzzled: she was thinking of the pudding.'You are sad,' the Knight said in an anxious tone: 'let me sing you a song to comfort you.''Is it very long?' Alice asked, for she had heard a good deal of poetry that day.'It's long,' said the Knight, 'but it's very, very beautiful. Everybody that hears me sing it -- eitherit brings the tears into their eyes, or else --' 'Or else what?' said Alice, for the Knight had made a sudden pause.'Or else it doesn't, you know. The name of the song is called "Haddocks' Eyes".''Oh, that's the name of the song, is it?' Alice said, trying to feel interested.'No, you don't understand,' the Knight said, looking a little vexed. 'That's what the name iscalled. The name really is "The Aged Aged Man".''Then I ought to have said "That's what the song is called"?' Alice corrected herself.'No, you oughtn't: that's quite another thing! The song is called "Ways and Means": but that'sonly what it's called, you know!''Well, what is the song, then?' said Alice, who was by this time completely bewildered.'I was coming to that,' the Knight said. 'The song really is "A-sitting On a Gate": and the tune'smy own invention.'So saying, he stopped his horse and let the reins fall on its neck: then, slowly beating time withone hand, and with a faint smile lighting up his gentle foolish face, as if he enjoyed the music ofhis song, he began.Of all the strange things that Alice saw in her journey Through The Looking-Glass, this was theone that she always remembered most clearly. Years afterwards she could bring the whole sceneback again, as if it had been only yesterday -- the mild blue eyes and kindly smile of the Knight-- the setting sun gleaming through his hair, and shining on his armour in a blaze of light thatquite dazzled her -- the horse quietly moving about, with the reins hanging loose on his neck,cropping the grass at her feet -- and the black shadows of the forest behind -- all this she took inlike a picture, as, with one hand shading her eyes, she leant against a tree, watching the strangepair, and listening, in a half-dream, to the melancholy music of the song.'But the tune isn't his own invention,' she said to herself: 'it's "I give thee all, I can no more".'She stood and listened very attentively, but no tears came into her eyes. 'I'll tell thee everything I can:
There's little to relate.
I saw an aged aged man,
A-sitting on a gate.
"Who are you, aged man?" I said,
"And how is it you live?"
And his answer trickled through my head,
Like water through a sieve.
He said "I look for butterflies
That sleep among the wheat:
I make them into mutton-pies,
And sell them in the street.
I sell them unto men," he said,
"Who sail on stormy seas;
And that's the way I get my bread --
A trifle, if you please."
But I was thinking of a plan
To dye one's whiskers green,
And always use so large a fan
That they could not be seen.
So, having no reply to give
To what the old man said,
I cried "Come, tell me how you live!"
And thumped him on the head.
His accents mild took up the tale:
He said "I go my ways,
And when I find a mountain-rill,
I set it in a blaze;
And thence they make a stuff they call
Rowlands' Macassar-Oil --
Yet twopence-halfpenny is all
They give me for my toil."
But I was thinking of a way
To feed oneself on batter,
And so go on from day to day
Getting a little fatter.
I shook him well from side to side,
Until his face was blue:
"Come, tell me how you live," I cried,
"And what it is you do!"
He said "I hunt for haddocks" eyes
Among the heather bright,
And work them into waistcoat-buttons
In the silent night.
And these I do not sell for gold
Or coin of silvery shine,
But for a copper halfpenny,
And that will purchase nine.
"I sometimes dig for buttered rolls,
Or set limed twigs for crabs:
I sometimes search the grassy knolls
For wheels of Hansom-cabs.
And that's the way" (he gave a wink)
"By which I get my wealth--
And very gladly will I drink
Your Honour's noble health."
I heard him then, for I had just
Completed my design
To keep the Menai bridge from rust
By boiling it in wine.
I thanked him much for telling me
The way he got his wealth,
But chiefly for his wish that he
Might drink my noble health.
And now, if e'er by chance I put
My fingers into glue,
Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot
Into a left-hand shoe,
Or if I drop upon my toe
A very heavy weight,
I weep, for it reminds me so
Of that old man I used to know--
Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow
Whose hair was whiter than the snow,
Whose face was very like a crow,
With eyes, like cinders, all aglow,
Who seemed distracted with his woe,
Who rocked his body to and fro,
And muttered mumblingly and low,
As if his mouth were full of dough,
Who snorted like a buffalo--
That summer evening long ago,
A-sitting on a gate.'
As the Knight sang the last words of the ballad, he gathered up the reins, and turned his horse'shead along the road by which they had come. 'You've only a few yards to go,' he said, 'down thehill and over that little brook, and then you'll be a Queen--But you'll stay and see me off first?' headded as Alice turned with an eager look in the direction to which he pointed. 'I shan't be long.You'll wait and wave your handkerchief when I get to that turn in the road! I think it'll encourageme, you see.''Of course I'll wait,' said Alice: 'and thank you very much for coming so far--and for the song--Iliked it very much.''I hope so,' the Knight said doubtfully: 'but you didn't cry so much as I thought you would.'So they shook hands, and then the Knight rode slowly away into the forest. 'It won't take long tosee him off, I expect,' Alice said to herself, as she stood watching him. 'There he goes! Right onhis head as usual! However, he gets on again pretty easily--that comes of having so many thingshung round the horse--' So she went on talking to herself, as she watched the horse walkingleisurely along the road, and the Knight tumbling off, first on one side and then on the other. After the fourth or fifth tumble he reached the turn, and then she waved her handkerchief to him,and waited till he was out of sight.'I hope it encouraged him,' she said, as she turned to run down the hill: 'and now for the lastbrook, and to be a Queen! How grand it sounds!' A very few steps brought her to the edge of thebrook. 'The Eighth Square at last!' she cried as she bounded across,

and threw herself down to rest on a lawn as soft as moss, with little flowerbeds dotted about ithere and there. 'Oh, how glad I am to get here! And what is this on my head?' she exclaimed in atone of dismay, as she put her hands up to something very heavy, that fitted tight all around herhead.'But how can it have got there without my knowing it?' she said to herself, as she lifted it off,and set in on her lap to make out what it could possibly be.It was a golden crown.

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