- published: 18 Feb 2013
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Butrón is a castle located in Gatika, in the province of Biscay, in northern Spain.
It dates originally from the Middle Ages, although it owes its present appearance to an almost complete rebuilding begun by Francisco de Cubas (also known as Marqués de Cubas) in 1878.
The castle has a fairy-tale look about it inspired by Bavarian castle models. The present building was created as a hobby for its then owner and to create something which is visually spectacular rather than to produce something in which people could actually live. In fact it would be quite inconvenient as a home as the towers have little useful space and various parts of the castle have exterior connections which are not particularly apt for the wet Basque weather. The building is surrounded by a park which includes palms and exotic plants.
It fell into disuse and was later renovated and opened to the public. This proved to be unsuccessful and the building was closed to visitors although the grounds remained open.
In November 2005 the building was purchased by INBISA (Grupo Empresarial) for 1,629,743 euros but it remains under the general protection of Spanish law 16/1985 in respect of historic buildings in Spain.
We met some time ago, when we were almost young
It never crossed my mind to ask, where did you come from?
I didn't have much money, so I stole you a rose
You were dressed like an orphan, in Salvation Army clothes
I never thought I'd lose you, no I'd rather go blind
I thought I saw the future but the fortune teller lied
Your love was my salvation, it could always get me high
What was once holy water, tastes like bitter wine
I know I wasn't funny, but you laughed at all my jokes
When I was choking on the words to say
You showed me your finger down my throat
The first night I said I loved you, you told me to go to hell
You were giving me hell, on that creaky old bed at the Ol' Duvol Motel
Just like everything, even good love has to die
Ain't no sympathy when it says goodbye
Your love was my salvation, it could always get me high
What was once holy water, tastes like bitter wine
Just like everything, even good love has to die
Ain't no sympathy when it says goodbye, no one even cried
We were one of a kind, one of a kind
Love left me stranded at the station and the last train's gone by
What was once holy water, tastes like bitter wine
Your love was my salvation, it could always get me high