They blended their New World guitar and drum with their Old World counterparts — an oud and a goatskin-covered drum called a darbukah — to create what critics called ethnic-pop.

Comestibles of all sorts came to view, and a smell of cooking spread itself among the trees.

Tea, seeds of crescive sympathy Were sown by those more excellent than he, Long known, though long contemned till then — The gods of men in amity. Souls have grown seers, and thought outbrings The mournful many-sidedness of things With foes as friends, enfeebling ires And fury-fires by gaingiving!

Shoot, errbody have the zipper jacket / And half of these thugs have the glove to match, ya feel me?