I Would Rather See - Julia Holter

I and her face

Brighter than chariots

Or foot soldiers

Torn iron under the bridges

Her chariots

Shouting lydians and

Ranks of foot-soldiers

Impossible misstep

Unexpected licking struck her as

Rather bold

Her step motion on

Her step motion on

Fast fast fast charIots and

Wounded foot soldiers

Rush in but

Not to be too toward

And to shuffle the light

To offend her chariots

Lydians sadly outstretched firm ranks

In place

Designed as a possible way into

Unexpected fantasies

We’d rather watch her step

We’d rather watch her step toward

Motion on

Motion on

Chariots off of solid ground

Stop!

Slowly on

Stop!

Slowly on