The Bladerunners (imagine if we got off our grasses)
Duration: 2 mins 14 secs
Share this media item:
Embed this media item:
Embed this media item:
About this item
| Description: | An exploration of all the grass family members we depend on for food and shelter |
|---|
| Created: | 2018-11-08 14:29 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Collection: | The Ensonglopedia of Plants | ||||||
| Publisher: | University of Cambridge | ||||||
| Copyright: | John Hinton | ||||||
| Language: | eng (English) | ||||||
| Distribution: |
World
(downloadable)
|
||||||
| Keywords: | poaceae; gramineae; | ||||||
| Credits: |
|
||||||
| Categories: |
iTunes - Science - Biology iTunes - Teaching & Learning - Learning Resources |
||||||
| Explicit content: | No | ||||||
Transcript
Transcript:
The Bladerunners run the show.
They’re everywhere you look, everywhere that you go.
They cover a fifth of the Earth’s land surface.
The blades are taking over – does that make you nervous?
(Does that make you nervous?
Does that make you nervous?)
The Bladerunners are loved by man.
We tear the jungle down to plant as much as we can.
We blanket-cover gardens and parks and immerse
Ourselves in a landscape that’s less biodiverse.
(Does that make you nervous?
Or are they of service?
Do they have a purpose?
Or are they just surplus?)
The Bladerunners keep us fed.
They make pasta and rice and sugar and bread.
They’re the plant family on which we’re most reliant.
We’re pretty much addicted to their presence in our diet.
(Does that make you nervous?
Does that make you nervous?)
I’m feeling forlorn on account of the lawn.
I wish for some wildflowers, but they’re all gone.
I’m driven barmy by the barley and bamboozled by bamboo
They’re fine for bread but I’m gonna need some veg for my stew!
(The pasture’s getting nastier!
We must diversify faster!)
The Bladerunners are man’s best friend.
Our survival is entwined, but how’s it gonna end?
I’m getting more nervous with each day that passes:
Will we fall flat on our a**** thanks to the grasses?
(If the rye goes awry,
What then can we buy?
If the millet gets militant,
What then will we try?)
(The Bladerunners, the the the the the
The Bladerunners run the show
The Bladerunners, the the the the the
The Bladerunners
Does that make you nervous?)
They’re everywhere you look, everywhere that you go.
They cover a fifth of the Earth’s land surface.
The blades are taking over – does that make you nervous?
(Does that make you nervous?
Does that make you nervous?)
The Bladerunners are loved by man.
We tear the jungle down to plant as much as we can.
We blanket-cover gardens and parks and immerse
Ourselves in a landscape that’s less biodiverse.
(Does that make you nervous?
Or are they of service?
Do they have a purpose?
Or are they just surplus?)
The Bladerunners keep us fed.
They make pasta and rice and sugar and bread.
They’re the plant family on which we’re most reliant.
We’re pretty much addicted to their presence in our diet.
(Does that make you nervous?
Does that make you nervous?)
I’m feeling forlorn on account of the lawn.
I wish for some wildflowers, but they’re all gone.
I’m driven barmy by the barley and bamboozled by bamboo
They’re fine for bread but I’m gonna need some veg for my stew!
(The pasture’s getting nastier!
We must diversify faster!)
The Bladerunners are man’s best friend.
Our survival is entwined, but how’s it gonna end?
I’m getting more nervous with each day that passes:
Will we fall flat on our a**** thanks to the grasses?
(If the rye goes awry,
What then can we buy?
If the millet gets militant,
What then will we try?)
(The Bladerunners, the the the the the
The Bladerunners run the show
The Bladerunners, the the the the the
The Bladerunners
Does that make you nervous?)