Busycon
Busycon is a genus of very large edible sea snails, marine gastropod mollusks in the family Busyconidae. These snails are commonly known in the United States as whelks or Busycon whelks. Less commonly they are loosely, and somewhat misleadingly, called "conchs".
Busycon comes from the Greek bousykon meaning large fig, from bous meaning cow and sykon meaning fig.
Shell description
Shells of species in this genus can grow to a length of 40 cm. They all have a long siphonal canal.
The shells are generally a solid cream, light grey or tan in color, however the shell of Busycon perversum is marked with brown and white streaks.
The shell of individuals can sometimes vary quite widely in coloration and sculpture.
The lightning whelk, native to the Gulf of Mexico, is unusual among gastropods, having a sinistral shell.
Behavior
Busycon whelks are scavengers and carnivores, equipped with a proboscis tipped with a file-like radula used to bore holes through the shells of barnacles, clams, crabs, and lobsters. They have a large, muscular foot with which they hold their victims. Small sharks, gulls, crabs, and other gastropods are known to feed upon them.
Podcasts:
Baskon
by: Arash[Timbuktu:]
Arash, Timbuktu (khodam are fighat timbak)
Oy oy oy oy u
Una na na na na na
Unana unana
Hey hey hey hey come on!
(Service kardi!) unana!
[Verse: Timbuktu]
Out of five ways to do it when,
Four be the simpelest,
I'm a ride the hard roll,
When it's more then the instruments,
More chat then your messages,
Bored on the internet,
More rap then anything you can store on your intellect,
I'm saying it, thinking it,
I'm tired of you bickering,
I'm tired, I'm not listening it,
Why you keep on whispering,
You're blabering is leading
Up on nothing, won't you nothing,
While I'm sitting there and whishing that you would shut up or something,
Won't you please,
Give that mouth of yours a rest,
I need some peace, so you can see the door instead,
It's been a couple of hours now give me a break, 'cause I've got no interest in anything that you say!
[Chorus: Arash]
Na na na na na,
Bas kon harf nazan, (That's enough, Don't Speak)
Khastam ghor nazan. (I'm tired, stop complaining)
(Say na na na)
Na na na na na,
Bas kon harf nazan,
Khastam ghor nazan.
[Whistling melodi]
[Verse: Timbuktu]
Now every time I see you,
Even call me on the telephone,
And I can take it easy,
If you're leaving me the hell alone,
Why you won't cease and assist
With the speach from your lips,
'Cause I just see no reason for this,
My head has spining,
All I want to do is relax,
Why won't you take the man,
And find somebody new to attack?
Now get up of my ear,
And get up and get going,
So I can kick my feet up and,
Enjoy this next moment
[Chorus: Arash]
Na na na na na,
Bas kon harf nazan,
Khastam ghor nazan.
(Say na na na)
Na na na na na,
Bas kon harf nazan,
Khastam ghor nazan.
(Oh nay) Kheili tuye kafam man,
(Oh nay) kheili tuye kafam man,
Karit nadaram, azat bizaram,
Velam kon!
(Oh nay) kheili tuye kafam man,
(Oh nay) kheili tuye kafam man,
Karit nadaram, azat bizaram,
Velam kon!
[Chorus: Arash]
Na na na na na,
Bas kon harf nazan,
Khastam ghor nazan.
('cause I'm tired to hear, when you're talking to my ear, oh nay)
Na na na na na,
Bas kon harf nazan,