From the magical thinking of "there's no place like home" file came the wish fulfillment of finally seeing the first two albums by The Nails coming to cd. This has allowed me to play "Home Of The Brave" - you thought I was going to say "88 Lines About 44 Women" weren't you - over and over. Nearly twenty five years since it was first released, I still get maximum joy from the lyric, "where the jukebox plays apocalyptic be-bop" and I still can't decide what the song is about. I'm sticking with dead soldiers until someone else comes up with an alternative.
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