Dedicated to Low impact Man, but he was not listening. A playlist by William Hendirckx.
- Greta Thundberg – Bla, bla, bla
- Anohni - She Doesn't Mourn Her Loss
- Josquin Desprez / Rebecca Stewart, Cantus Modalis, Seconda Practica - Nymphes des bois - Requiem eternam
- Hannah Peel - Wind Shadow
- Yusef Lateef - The Plum Blossom
- Mary Lattimore - Sometimes He's in My Dreams
- Georg Philipp Telemann /- Camerata Köln - Partita 6 for Recorder and B.c in E flat major -TWV 41- Affettuoso
- Chad VanGaalen – Willow Tree
- Julien François Zbinden / Sol&Pat - La fête au village, Op. 9 – II. Fanfare
- Sofia Gubaidulina – CS03 The Canticle of the Sun
- Hauschka - Trees Only Exist in Books
- Nature Is Speaking: Joan Chen is Sky | Conservation International (CI)
- Hans Zimmer / Interstallar - I'm Going Home
- Carlo Gesualdo da Venosa / Brett Dean, Tallin Chamber Orchestra, Tõnu Kaljuste - O crux benedicta (version for string orchestra)
- Lord Byron / Marianne Faithfull (with Warren Ellis) – So We'll Go No More a Roving
- Bruce Brubaker & Max Cooper – Mad Rush
- Nynke Laverman-Your Ancestor
- Penguin Cafe Orchestra - Surface Tension
- Tchaikovsky / The Ipo Richter String Quartet - String Quartet Nr. in D, op 11 - Andante cantabile
- Ayub Ogada / En Mana Kuoyo – Kothbiro
- Alfred Schnittke - Stille Nacht - Silent Night on motives of Franz Xaver Gruber's Christmas carol for Violin and Piano
- Josquin Desprez / Graindelavoix - Petite camusette
- Fennesz - In My Room (excerpt)
Look up. There I am. I am the sky. / I am a warm and protective blanket wrapped around everyone on Earth. I can bring clouds, rain, and wind. I can be an ice storm. Without me, you’d fry. Every day, I am the breath you take in, yet you are making me sick. I am congested, off-balance, polluted. You see, I am more delicate than you think. / It took millions of years to get it just right. My perfect mix of gases, temperature and weather that you enjoy. But now your cars, your factories and dust… they have pushed me past the
limit. And you wonder why my typhoons and tornadoes are more intense, more frequent. I have become unpredictable. Less rain here, a lot more rain there. Hotter summers. Colder winters. I cannot even control myself anymore. / Enough about me. I will show my changing self to you in your days ahead. But in the end, I’ll be fine. Give me a few thousand years; I have weathered trauma before. I am not worried for myself. / Look up.