So It Goes February Playlist

So It Goes February Playlist
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Below my window the wakening trees,Hacked clean for better bearing, stand defaced  Suffering their brute necessities; And how should the flesh not quail, that span for span  Is mutilated more? In slow distaste I fold my towel with what grace I can, Not young, and not renewable, but man.

                           – from 'Mirror in February' by Thomas Kinsella

On that note, here is some music to see you through these particularly begrudging twenty-eight days.