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Fragrance / Scent of the day.

I’m still not sure “Sport” was the best word to use. They basically just added some grapefruit on top of the ultra dry woodsy notes, making the composition breathe a little, making it fresher, livelier.

It doesn’t really conjure up images of dudes lifting weights at the gym or someone climbing a mountain with a kayak strapped to their back.

It’s still a goth boy sitting by a campfire, but maybe he just got out of the shower, maybe he’s wearing one colorful article of clothing. Maybe he’s listening to Mazzy Star instead of Sisters of Mercy. You know, maybe he’s smiling a little, secretly.

Accurate, entertaining, and illuminating: post-of-the-year candidate.

SOM kind of turned Knockin' on Heaven's Door into Clawing on the Gates of Hades, didn't it. Smells Like Band-Aids could be on their set list . . . we just need to write it. (It would be a hurtin' song, of course.)
 
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Accurate, entertaining, and illuminating: post-of-the-year candidate.

SOM kind of turned Knockin' on Heaven's Door into Clawing on the Gates of Hades, didn't it. Smells Like Band-Aids could be on their set list . . . we just need to write it. (It would be a hurtin' song, of course.)
I just HAD to ask chatGPT for a little help with that. It did not disappoint.

Behold, our very first B&B house band smash hit

(Verse 1)
In the shadows of the night,
Where the wounded hearts take flight,
There's a scent that fills the air,
Like a balm for souls laid bare.

(Chorus)
Smells like Band-Aids in the rain,
Covering up the scars of pain,
In the darkness, we find solace,
In the echoes of our malice.

(Verse 2)
Beneath the moon's cold embrace,
We dance with demons, face to face,
Seeking refuge in the night,
Where the broken find respite.

(Chorus)
Smells like Band-Aids in the rain,
Hiding secrets, hiding shame,
In the silence, we confess,
All the sins we can't suppress.

(Bridge)
In the twilight, we find peace,
Where the scars of time release,
Band-Aids on our wounded skin,
Holding us together within.

(Chorus)
Smells like Band-Aids in the rain,
A fragrance of our hidden pain,
In the darkness, we are free,
To be who we're meant to be.

(Outro)
In the shadows, we remain,
With the scent of Band-Aids in the rain.
 
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