Dora's story interview that inspired the song

The piece features a single female vocalist speaking in a conversational tone, The vocal delivery is unadorned, without any noticeable effects or processing, The tempo is slow and deliberate, reflecting the spoken nature of the performance, There are no discernible instruments, chord progressions, or melodic lines, The structure is entirely freeform, following the narrative of the spoken word, The production is minimal, focusing solely on the clarity of the vocal recording

[Speech]
Okay, now you can tell your story.
Ow.
Just.
You were telling me the story about uh, Tony.
Looking at you staring at your food on your plate.
Okay, Tony.
Tony was a nice little boy.
But he couldn't help getting fatter and fatter and fatter.
And he used to look at my plate because he knew I used to leave little bits.
And he used to stare at it.
And this day, he's was.
What's the matter, Tony? You want your and some what do you want this?
No, do you want it? You can have it, you know, if you want it.
Okay.
Well, if any if you don't eat it, you're in trouble.
So.
Right, what's next?
Was that the story?
No, I don't know what the story was.
Well, that's not a very good story then.
No.
Oh, well then talk about uh, when you're born and all right, start from day one.
From day one?
Yeah.
Doing what?
Well, as far back as you remember.
Uh.
What was your first memories as a baby?
My first memory as a baby was one of those big high uh, queen, king and queen uh, baby carriage.
That we used to call it a pram.
Yeah.
And then that that one, I was stood up. I my mother just went out to the store, so she told me, and I was about two, one and a half maybe or two. And uh, she left me.
Oh.
And when she came home, she opened that door.
To get in quick because she remembered she'd forgot to to fasten me in. And I was leaning over the end of the pram.
That's a true story. It is a true story.
And I've I've had that dream quite a lot.
For uh, hanging over that edge.
Anyway, she screamed, "Oh, don't move, Dora, don't move."
Oh Lord, my life. I'm starting already and I'm only about two.
Oh, gosh.
What's next?
What's next? What year is next?
Three.
Three.
Okay. Now we go to three.
Was I no, I was a miserable little so and so when I was three. Oh gee, I used to hang onto my mother's coat.
And I used to, "Don't talk to her, mommy. Don't talk to her. Come on, mom."
Now I was only three. I didn't like her talking to other people. She was my mother.
Do you understand? Mine.
And what she so she used to hang onto my coat and keep looking around the corner.
Yeah. And she didn't want nothing. No. No, she didn't want nothing.
Now, if she's going up to four, oh, good Lord.
Now she'll be um, really in the know.
Oh yeah. Oh she, oh she liked them though. The the and my mother just smiled, smiled at everybody so nice. I used to think my mother was a bit uh, you know, retarded, but uh.
Yeah, but she said everybody was a peasant.
A peasant? Oh, they oh, we had peasants. Oh yeah, the peasants were in the next street.
And uh, yeah. And I she caught me one day. That was when I was about four. Taking all my toys.
To the back back gate, opening the gate and then lining them up and saying, "Come on, take what you want. Take what you want." That was me.
Oh, gosh.
What did I do at five?
Well, I didn't want to go to school.
No.
No, I didn't want to go to school. So I cried all the way and got mad and then I screamed in the parking lot. I'm not going to school.
Mommy

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[Speech] Okay, now you can tell your story. Ow. Just. You were telling me the story about uh, Tony. Looking at you staring at your food on your plate. Okay, Tony. Tony was a nice little boy. But he couldn't help getting fatter and fatter and fatter. And he used to look at my plate because he knew I used to leave little bits. And he used to stare at it. And this day, he's was. What's the matter, Tony? You want your and some what do you want this? No, do you want it? You can have it, you know, if you want it. Okay. Well, if any if you don't eat it, you're in trouble. So. Right, what's next? Was that the story? No, I don't know what the story was. Well, that's not a very good story then. No. Oh, well then talk about uh, when you're born and all right, start from day one. From day one? Yeah. Doing what? Well, as far back as you remember. Uh. What was your first memories as a baby? My first memory as a baby was one of those big high uh, queen, king and queen uh, baby carriage. That we used to call it a pram. Yeah. And then that that one, I was stood up. I my mother just went out to the store, so she told me, and I was about two, one and a half maybe or two. And uh, she left me. Oh. And when she came home, she opened that door. To get in quick because she remembered she'd forgot to to fasten me in. And I was leaning over the end of the pram. That's a true story. It is a true story. And I've I've had that dream quite a lot. For uh, hanging over that edge. Anyway, she screamed, "Oh, don't move, Dora, don't move." Oh Lord, my life. I'm starting already and I'm only about two. Oh, gosh. What's next? What's next? What year is next? Three. Three. Okay. Now we go to three. Was I no, I was a miserable little so and so when I was three. Oh gee, I used to hang onto my mother's coat. And I used to, "Don't talk to her, mommy. Don't talk to her. Come on, mom." Now I was only three. I didn't like her talking to other people. She was my mother. Do you understand? Mine. And what she so she used to hang onto my coat and keep looking around the corner. Yeah. And she didn't want nothing. No. No, she didn't want nothing. Now, if she's going up to four, oh, good Lord. Now she'll be um, really in the know. Oh yeah. Oh she, oh she liked them though. The the and my mother just smiled, smiled at everybody so nice. I used to think my mother was a bit uh, you know, retarded, but uh. Yeah, but she said everybody was a peasant. A peasant? Oh, they oh, we had peasants. Oh yeah, the peasants were in the next street. And uh, yeah. And I she caught me one day. That was when I was about four. Taking all my toys. To the back back gate, opening the gate and then lining them up and saying, "Come on, take what you want. Take what you want." That was me. Oh, gosh. What did I do at five? Well, I didn't want to go to school. No. No, I didn't want to go to school. So I cried all the way and got mad and then I screamed in the parking lot. I'm not going to school. Mommy

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