The band eventually broke up in 1996 and Bunbury started his solo career in 1997 with a techno album, Radical Sonora with his new band: Copi (piano), del Moran (bass), Ramón Gacias (drums) and former Héroes del Silencio guitarrist Alan Boguslavsky.
Recognized by his wish to always reinvent himself, Bunbury released in 1999 the album Pequeño, which sounded much different than anything he did before. His band also suffered changes, Boguslavsky was replaced by Rafa Domínguez, and the new faces, Ana Belén Estaje (violin), Luis Miguel Romero (percussion), Javier Iñigo, Javier García Vega & Antonio Ríos in the metal instruments.
This band was known as the "Huracán Ambulante" ("Rambling Hurricane") and recorded with Bunbury the rest of his solo discography, (except Antonio Ríos).
In 2005, after 8 years together, Bunbury dissolved the band and declared that will record a new album in 2006 only with his voice and a piano. Nevertheless, in early 2006 he recorded an album with spanish artist Nacho Vegas by the name of El tiempo de las cerezas.
His old band, Héroes del Silencio, reunited in 2007 for a short tour which visited Latin America, United States and Spain.
Gang Bang
Enrique Bunbury Lyrics
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Cuatro putas que bailan un vals
Detrás del cristal,
Y se puede sentir
El sudor fuerte desde Berlín.
Tú allí, en soledad,
Una lluvia muy fina golpea tu cara,
Resbala en tu piel y a la vez
Libertad y Sordidez,
Todo a un precio que un hombre moderno
Ha de ser capaz de pagar
Una vez que la noche echa a andar.
¿No lo ves? Tu carne es más pálida.
¿No lo ves? Tu alma es más gris.
Si no pierdes al fin la razón
Verás que no hay más que una solución:
¡Cas...tra...ción!
Y todas las cosas que hice mal
Se vuelven hoy a conjurar contra mí.
¿Cómo habré llegado a esto...
No lo sé,
...tan lúcido y siniestro?
Pero sé que no lo sé.
Y un hombre de traje me invita a pasar...
¡Gang-bang! ¡Gang-bang! ¡Gang-bang! ¡Gang-bang!
Ves desde tu hotel
Aguas quietas igual que papel de plata
Y el viento arrastra el olor
De la pérfida enana marrón.
Mira que tú fuiste el rey,
Con tu cetro en la mano
Y los ojos clavados en gente
Que sabes que no llegarás a conocer
Ni aunque vivas mil años
Y el cielo se postre a tus pies,
Pero su mirada no se despega de tu pantalón.
Y echas a andar por la ciudad
Y atraviesas un nuevo canal.
Huyes del rojo y azul del neón,
Vas en busca de algo que huela distinto al amor.
Y si viviera una vez más,
¿Me volvería a equivocar otra vez?
Sí, no te quepa duda,
Hasta la locura
Y hasta el dolor.
Y un hombre de traje me invita a pasar...
¡Gang-bang!
The first verse of the song "Gang-Bang" by Enrique Bunbury talks about four prostitutes who dance to a waltz near Damm, and you can feel their sweat all the way from Berlin. The singer stands alone as a fine rain hits his face, and he sees the prostitutes behind the glass. A sign illuminates and offers him freedom and sordidness at a price that modern men should be able to pay once the night starts. The singer is told that his flesh is paler, and his soul is gray, and if he doesn't lose his mind, then there's only one solution – castration! It is a metaphor for the singer to abandon all his sexual desires and give up on his weakness that he cannot resist.
The second verse of the song continues with the singer looking at the peaceful waters from his hotel. The wind brings a foul smell of the perfidious, small brown people in his surroundings. He realizes that he was once the king with his scepter in hand, observing people he would never get to know, even if he lives for an extended period. He starts walking through the city, trying to escape the neon colors and look for something with a different smell than love. In the end, he questions whether he would make the same mistake again if he got another chance.
Overall, the song talks about the singer's desperate attempt to escape his weakness and sexual desires and the pointlessness of his attempts.
Line by Line Meaning
Hay cerca del Damm
Nearby Damm, there are four prostitutes dancing a waltz behind the glass, and you can feel the strong sweat from Berlin.
Tú allí, en soledad,
You are there, alone, while a light rain hits your face and slides down your skin. At the same time, a sign offering freedom and sordidness illuminates your surroundings, all at a price a modern man should be willing to pay when night falls.
¿No lo ves? Tu carne es más pálida.
Can't you see it? Your flesh is paler, and your soul grayer. If you don't lose your sanity, you'll realize there's only one solution: castration.
Y todas las cosas que hice mal
All the bad things I did in the past are conspiring against me today, how did I end up like this, so lucid and sinister? But I know that I don't know.
Y un hombre de traje me invita a pasar...
And a man in a suit invites me to come inside for a gang-bang.
Ves desde tu hotel
From your hotel room, you see still waters like silver paper, while the wind carries the smell of the treacherous brown dwarf.
Mira que tú fuiste el rey,
You were once the king with your scepter in hand, gazing at people you knew you'd never get to know, not even if you lived for a thousand years with the sky at your feet, but their gaze never leaves your pants.
Y si viviera una vez más,
And if I had the chance to live again, would I make the same mistakes? Of course, without a doubt, to the point of madness and pain.
¡Gang-bang! ¡Gang-bang! ¡Gang-bang! ¡Gang-bang!
Gang-bang! Gang-bang! Gang-bang! Gang-bang! A man in a suit invites me once again.
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@omarlopez5762
No hay seres mas privilegiados que aquellos que disfrutaron esta joya en vivo. Unico en su especie.
@oscarin2170
Bien cierto
@AntonioLopez-od9px
¡Cómo los envidio!. Malditos sean todos ellos.
@eletoo4076
Benditos*
@jhonrubu7083
Si no se te eriza la piel con esta canción.....
Entonces no sabes de música
Discúlpame pero no sabes escuchar
Like si tengo razón!!!
@lizethtorres
Estos hombres son unos poetas. Sus letras y expresiones faciales derraman un mundo de emociones. Genial!
@oscarin2170
Bien cierto. Deberían ser obras de arte como un cuadro o una pintura...
@oscarin2170
Si, en parte me recuerdan a esas personas bohemias de antiguamente k su vida era un desastre, aunque sabemos k la vida de estos dos no es así.
@Danilo-zo2er
Entonces te encantaría España, está llena de gente maravillosa que se expresa muy bien.
@juannoguez1798
Poetas malditos que le cantan al dolor y nos llega hasta los huesos