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The Blackjacks Manifesto, aka "The Sweet Smell of Flowers" (Motherfucker)

by The Blackjacks, 1984

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Mark S Because when I was 22 years old and first heard this, I thought someone had read my mind...verbatim. That was in Kenmore Square in '84. Here in 2018, my attitude hasn't changed and this song has lost none of its relevance. That's why I've gotta love it.
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As we were not permitted by Homestead to put the actual title of the song on the record jacket, "Motherfucker" became, well........truth is, I thought of it as our version of "Fortunate Son".

Some of the best lyrics I ever wrote--and in one sitting in Albert O's living room while listening to the news about Central America/Contras.

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When the rich boy decides to crack the whip/it ain't no S/M game he's playing/It's real life.

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released August 21, 2013
J Angel guitars, singing
Whitey bass, singing
J Erna, drums

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JohnnyAngelWendell Los Angeles, California

Leader, Thrills, Blackjacks, Swinging E's, Creeps In Exile and now romantic balladeer. Sort of.

This is what happens when punk rockers get older, have babies and get a little consciousness--sometimes.

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