Bust Down The Doors

Bust down the Doors! Young-Hae Chang Heavy Industries Soundtrack: “Amuck” by Art Blakey, recorded in 1957 They bust open The door While you sleep, Rush into Your home, Enter your bedroom, Drag you Out of bed, Push you In your underwear Out into the street, While the neighbors, Now awakened, Peek from behind curtains To catch a glimpse Of your humili-ation, Some of them nodding In agreement With your captors, Others smiling, Still others Opening their windows To cry out “Kill the traitor,” While you, In bare feet, Hands tied Behind your back, Advance to the pokes Of their gun muzzles In your back and sides And their spit That drips 2. 3. 4.

You bust open the door while he sleeps I bust open the door while she sleeps We bust open the door while they sleep

From your face, And all the while, How strange it is That as you walk In the cool night, As you move Closer and closer To the isolated spot Where they will force you To your knees And put a bullet In your head, How strange And how important, How lifesaving That you must, You utterly must recall The dream You were dreaming When they pulled you Out of bed, The dream of the cool Summer sea breeze That caressed you And your lover As you sat On the terrace Over-looking the sea And drank To the strains Of an unbearably sweet Bossa nova.

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He busts open the door while we sleep She busts open the door while I sleep You bust open the door while you sleep

8. They bust open the door while we sleep rush into her home enter my bedroom, drag them out of bed, push him in your underwear out into the street, while the neighbors, now awakened, peek from behind curtains to catch a glimpse of her humili-ation some of us nodding in agreement with me his captor, others smiling, still others opening your windows to cry out “kill the traitor,” While I, in bare feet, hands tied behind your back, advance to the pokes of her gun muzzle in his back and sides and our spit that drips from her face, and all the while, How strange it is that as they walk in the cool night, as you move closer and closer to the isolated spot where we will force him to my knees and put a bullet in their heads, How strange

and how important, How lifesaving That I must, She utterly must recall The dream You were dreaming When he pulled them out of bed, the dream of the cool summer sea breeze that caressed me and your lover as she sat on the terrace over-looking the sea and drank to the strains of an unbearably sweet Bossa Nova.