I was listening to the Smiths yesterday and some of the morose songs seem apt.
Notts County in a Coma
How soon is now
Heaven knows I’m miserable now
There is a light that never goes out
Frankly Mr Shankly
What difference does it make
I know it’s over
Cemetery gates
I started something I couldn’t finish
Panic
It’s as though they were written for us!
Last Night I dreamt, that somebody bought us.
This bit of 'How Soon Is Now' could have been written especially for us:
When you say it's gonna happen now
When exactly do you mean?
See I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone
Also works for Hardy.