What makes them so good?... I can only speak for myself of course...so...
because Life

is

Fragile.

Because fear is a waste of time.  Death is no bigger than stepping over a dime that somebody dropped on the carpet.
Getting married is more than a Zales Diamond Ring.  Getting married truly should have nothing to do with an institution.
Not taking Life for granted, or friends or family (if they're worth your Heavy Love) and Oxygen, water, animals, Rain...smiles.

i couldn't break down a song like Dead Mantra because you can't use Science where pure Spirit lives.  To hell with 

Professor Stephen W. Hawking

You cannot break down majik through the glassy steamed up mathmatique eye.

He who fears Death cannot enjoy Life.

The song and it's olden almost native american beat, seems to have the power to remind me to

take chances
always looking both ways of course as a child in traffic
yet give that last Dollar to the homeless woman
get on the plane
say no to the heroin
remain true to myself
whom ever i am
fly
get off the ground
hug and kiss more
like taking the time to smell the birds of paradise
and open a door for a lonely soul
buy candy for a kid and give it to his Mum to give to him or her

Reminds me to see people when i am in their grace
really see them
like taking polaroids every moment
to go out of my way to do little things for good people
to do More for others than i would myself
to sacrifice a little of myself
so other's can shine, smile and be alive

I would give you the ball on every play (Andy Wood)
to wish others to win

Instead of "YOU" being the big gold medal idiot smiling like a chump in the face of a million mongoloids.

off the T.V.

Creating big music from a small place...and that music like an indian in outerspace going worldwide and circling the earth and reminding people to love themselves (not in a narcissistique way) but dignity...and to have GUTS in the face of Death and hit and run and horror...to go forth.

I hated Hospitals and could hardly set foot in them without choking, but in 2006 my best friend, my Grandma got sick and so did her brother my Uncle and they couldn't get around like they use to do...and it came time for me to step up and help them or walk away and go to Los Angeles and be a big fuck all.  I chose to stay...and i knew the hospitals inside and out, i knew the doctors names, i knew the names of the drugs, i had to keep a chart of appointments, i smelled like hospitals, i fed the car petrol daily and drove to and fro, here and there, there and here, double backing, droppping one off and picking up another, getting scripts filled, going to the grocery store, giving foot massages, cooking , cleaning, you name it. 

and they

Died.

After they
Died.  More relatives, pets, and friends died and friends of mine lost their Mothers and it had no caboose on the end of it...it was only death and running...

there ain't no trick to it.  No instuction manual, no blueprint.  You just get up like the Sun does and go forth and you Roll.

Life is a precious and fragile thing and death does not stop and you shouldn't either until you cannot walk no more and fall over your face in the dust and flowers.  Earn it baby.

Slay the monsters like David slew Goliath.

Cut right through.

Locate your heart.

Make a commentment to be true to yourself.

and learn how to levitate between the

Angels & the Demons

find your path

be true to your planet

be a friend that can listen and also hustle when the going gets tough and come out on the other side...

Never get walked on and don't walk on other's backs

be kind to the little things

be kind when others are Not

rise above the bullshit

leave fear to other fuckers

believe in yourself like i believe in you.

Every day is unique as it has never been lived before

you are here

Now.

Rise and Shine.

Dead Mantra...that is what it means to me.

thank you

and bless yer heart, Penfold.... .*

(as for typing errors please refer to the fucking management*.....not really.)