Serotonin,the Alpha Crawdad and Cultural Nutrition,Malnutrition by Tony Ryals

Consider,
The top crayfish,
To its subordinate fellow crustacean,
It is mean,
Ripping open its abdomen,
With a swish,
Of its tail,
It seems to learn this behavior as well,
Getting,
First dibs on food,
And the best,
Rock crevice,
To nest in,
The alpha crawdad,
It’s bad,
It’s past winning experience,
Rather than merely genetics,
Induces,
Serotonin receptor sites to grow,
And so,
They gain neural prominence,
Further increasing the crayfish’s tail-flipping dominance,
Performance and response,
Until one day it loses,
Then serotonin receptor sites diminish,
The former alpha crayfish,
Relearns subordinance,
Serotonin,
Neurotransmitter or hormone?
Depending upon,
Not only the quantity,
Of serotonin,
But quality of receptor sites a crawdad has grown,
So, neurotransmitters don’t act alone,
Serotonin won’t enhance,
A crayfish’s aggressive response,
If receptor sites are not there to turn on,
To react upon,
If not, then that former alpha crawdad’s reign will be done,
Perhaps a survival mechanism,
To protect them,
From the new alpha crawdad’s aggression,
According to Shih-Rung Yeh,
Of Georgia State University,
Serotonin receptors of crawdads,
Are of at least two kinds,
And to both of these nerve receptors,
Serotonin binds,
But only one triggers the aggressive tail-flipping frenzies,
The other putting the crayfish at ease,
Leaving the non-alpha crayfish at peace,
Serotonin,
Neurotransmitter or hormone?
Also found in the human brain,
An eye for an eye,
A claw for a claw,
That’s what the hormone says,
When it bonds,
To the aggression-producing,
Nerve receptors,
God’s or the devil’s,
Little molecular messengers?
Serotonin,
More produced in men,
Than in women,
But perhaps,
As in the case of the crawdad,
Affecting different receptor sights,
Whose development is influenced,
Not just by sex,
But also by nutrition and experience,
Neither neuroreceptors,
Nor probably neurotransmitters,
Are replicated in a manner that’s completely,
Genetically,
Hardwired,
But instead are modified,
By the environmental,
Cultural,
Experiential,
Influences of the peripheral,
Nervous system,
Interacting with the central,
Nervous system,
Evolution of experientially evolved software,
Within the cerebral hardware,
German shepards from the same litter,
One a playful house pet,
Never a threat,
While his brother,
Or sister,
Is trained to be a killer,
One might even suspect,
Similar effects,
Caused by human experience,
Somewhat independent of genetics,
Like that between chickens and rooster,
As they learn their pecking order,
Or even the mountain gorilla,
For that matter,
Nutrition and genetics,
But then again experience,
All elicit their effects,
On the behavioral,
What might be called by some,
Cultural or experiential nutrition,
Or cultural or experiential malnutrition,
In addition,
To genetics and food nutrition,

Pancho And Lefty by Van Zandt Townes, Willie Nelson

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• 4:54 Townes Van Zandt - Pancho and Lefty. Heartworn Highwayspor J. Frank Parnell 81.016 reproducciones

Artist: Van Zandt Townes
Song: Pancho And Lefty
Album: Legend

Living on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath's as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
Wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
That's the way it goes

All the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose

Lefty he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain't nobody knows

All the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose

The poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
So the story ends we're told
Pancho needs your prayers it's true,
But save a few for Lefty too
He just did what he had to do
Now he's growing old

A few gray federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness I suppose
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The song tells the story of a Mexican bandit named Pancho and a more enigmatic character, Lefty. The song tells of Pancho's death and implies that he was betrayed by his associate Lefty who was paid off by the Mexican federales.

Although the lyrics are not exactly reconcilable with the historic details of the life and death of the famous Mexican revolutionary Pancho Villa, Van Zandt does not rule out the idea. In an interview, he recalled, "I realize that I wrote it, but it's hard to take credit for the writing, because it came from out of the blue. It came through me and it's a real nice song, and I think, uh, I've finally found out what it's about. I've always wondered what it's about. I kinda always knew it wasn't about Pancho Villa, and then somebody told me that Pancho Villa had a buddy whose name in Spanish meant 'Lefty.' I know that's strange, huh? But in the song, my song, Pancho gets hung. 'They only let him hang around out of kindness I suppose' and the real Pancho Villa was, uh, assassinated."

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Wind Up by Ian Anderson , Jethro Tull

 Wind Up by Ian Anderson , Jethro Tull

When I was young and they packed me off to school
and they taught me how not to play the game.
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success
or if they said that I was just a fool.
So I left there in the morning with their God tucked underneath my arm -
their half - assed smiles and the book of rules.
And I asked this God a question and by way of firm reply
He said - I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
before I'm through, I'd like to say my prayers -
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong -
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
Well you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
and have all the Bishops harmonise these lines -
How do you dare to tell me that I'm my Father's son
when that was just an accident of Birth.
I'd rather look around me - compose a better song
'cos that's the honest measure of my worth.
In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me
as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong -
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.

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Conquistador by Procol Harum

Conquistador your stallion standsin need of companyand like some angel's haloed browyou reek of purityI see your armour-plated breasthas long since lost its sheenand in your death mask facethere are no signs which can be seen
And though I hoped for something to findI could see no maze to unwind
Conquistador a vulture sitsupon your silver shieldand in your rusty scabbard nowthe sand has taken seedand though your jewel-encrusted bladehas not been plundered stillthe sea has washed across your faceand taken of its fill
And though I hoped for something to findI could see no maze to unwind
Conquistador there is no timeI must pay my respectand though I came to jeer at youI leave now with regretand as the gloom begins to fallI see there is no, only alland though you came with sword held highyou did not conquer, only die
And though I hoped for something to findI could see no maze to unwind 

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Procol Harum - "Conquistador" Edmonton : ::Symphony Orchestra (1972)





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Touch of Grey by Grateful Dead 

Must be getting early, clocks are running late.
Paint by number morning sky looks so phony
Dawn is breaking everywhere, light a candle, curse the glare
Draw the curtains I don't care, but it's alright
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.

I see you've got your list out, say your piece and get out
Guess I get the gist of it, but it's alright
Sorry that you feel that way.
The only thing there is to say
Every silver lining's got a touch of grey
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.

It's a lesson to me, the ables, and the bakers, and the seas
The abc's we all must face, try to win a little grace.

It's a lesson to me, the deltas and the East and the freeze
The abc's we all think of, try to heed a little love.

I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years
It's even worse than it appears, but it's alright

Cow is giving kerosene, kid can't read at seventeen
The words he knows are all obscene, but it's alright
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.

Shoe is on the hand that fits, there's really nothing much to it
Whistle through your teeth and spit, but it's alright

Oh well a touch of gray, kinda suits you anyway,
That was all I had to say, but it's alright
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.


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New Speedway Boogie by Grateful Dead

 New Speedway Boogie by Grateful Dead

Please dont dominate the rap, jack, if you've got nothing new to say.

If you please, dont back up the track this trains got to run today.

I spent a little time on the mountain, I spent a little time on the hill
I heard some say better run away, others say better stand still.

Now I don't know, but I've been told its hard to run with the weight of gold,
Other hand I have heard it said, its just as hard with the weight of lead.

Who can deny, who can deny, its not just a change in style?
One step down and another begun and I wonder how many miles.
I spent a little time on the mountain, I spent a little time on the hill
Things went down we dont understand, but I think in time we will.
Now, I dont know but I was told in the heat of the sun a man died of cold.
Keep on coming or stand and wait, with the sun so dark and the hour so late.
You cant overlook the lack, jack, of any other highway to ride.
Its got no signs or dividing lines and very few rule to guide.

I spent a little time on the mountain, I spent a little time on the hill

I saw things getting out of hand, I guess they always will.
Now I dont know but I been told
If the horse dont pull you got to carry the load.
I dont know whose backs that strong, maybe find out before too long.

One way or another, one way or another,
One way or another, this darkness got to give.

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Truckin' by Grateful Dead

Truckin' by Grateful Dead


Truckin' got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on.

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street.
Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street.
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.

Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans;
New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be.

Most of the cats that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home.
One of these days they know they gotta get goin'
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.

Truckin', like the do-dah man. Once told me "You got to play your hand"
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a damn, if you don't lay'em down,

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been.

What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine,
All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?"

Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on.

Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window.
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel,
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in.

Busted, down on Bourbon Street, Set up, like a bowling pin.
Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be.

You're sick of hanging around and you'd like to travel;
Get tired of traveling and you want to settle down.
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin',
Get out of the door and light out and look all around.

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me, What a long strange trip it's been.

Truckin', I'm a goin' home, Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' home.


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