Miss (pronounced /ˈmɪs/) is an English language honorific traditionally used only for an unmarried woman (not entitled to another title such as "Doctor" or "Dame"). Originating in the 17th century, it is a contraction of mistress, which was used for all women. A period is not used to signify the contraction. Its counterparts are Mrs., usually used only for married women, and Ms., which may be used regardless of marital status.
The plural Misses may be used, such as in The Misses Doe. The traditional French "Mesdemoiselles" (abbreviation "Mlles") may also be used as the plural in English language conversation or correspondence.
The usage of "Miss" as a title in the United States is most frequently seen when referring to girls under eighteen. Though Miss is less commonly used as a title by unmarried adult women in the United States than in the past, some still prefer to be referred to as such. Twenty-first century etiquette honors an adult woman's personal preference of title. However, if the preference is not known, "Ms." is used. "Ms." is becoming the preferred choice as this female title in business. It is the equivalent to the male title "Mr." as neither is marital status specific.
Modest Mouse is an American indie rock band based in Portland, Oregon. They were formed in 1993 in Issaquah, Washington, by singer/lyricist/guitarist Isaac Brock, drummer Jeremiah Green, and bassist Eric Judy. Since their 1996 debut album, This Is a Long Drive for Someone with Nothing to Think About, their lineup has centered around Brock, Green and Judy. Guitarist Johnny Marr (formerly of The Smiths) joined the band in May 2006, along with percussionist Joe Plummer (formerly of the Black Heart Procession) and multi-instrumentalist Tom Peloso, to work on the album We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank. Guitarist Jim Fairchild joined the band in February 2009. Their name is derived from a passage from the Virginia Woolf story "The Mark on the Wall" which reads, "I wish I could hit upon a pleasant track of thought, a track indirectly reflecting credit upon myself, for those are the pleasantest thoughts, and very frequent even in the minds of modest, mouse-coloured people, who believe genuinely that they dislike to hear their own praises."
He should not be hid
He's just too big
In a cloud please come down
I'd put stars at your feet
Put Mars in your head
Show yourself to me
And I'd believe
I'd moan and I'd weep
Fall silent at your speak
I'd burst in
Full to the brim
Mary lost her head
And let it bleed
Came crying back to me
"My son where's he hid?
Don't deny it
And don't you hide him"
No I've missed him [X4]
No words
No sign
Mary say
"I'm not lying"
How come he's so big
But good lord he's been hid
Good lord where you hid?
Ha!
No I've missed him [X8]
A snapshot of time
Is just a memory of mine
I will file it in a vial
Of denial
And cast away
So what’s next
I missed your love
Rot on a vine
Of a time that’s left behind
I could will you to stay
But I guess you’ve made up your mind
So fine, so light, so lost
Inside her world
I adore, I ignore
Deep hungry eyes, dress cut in a funny way
She's not the one but she gives a try
Left what she had, big dreams that be enough
Really thought she might win
But her time is up
Deep hungry eyes
She's not the one
Left what she had
Never thought she might win
Deep hungry eyes
Dress cut in a funny way
She's not the one
But she gives a try
Left what she had
Big dreams that should be enough
Really thought she might win
he should not be here
he's just too big
in a cloud please come down
I'd put stars at your feet
put Mars at your head
show yourself to me
and I'd believe
I'd moan and I'd weep
fall silent at your speak
I'd burst in
full to the brim
Mary lost her head
and let it bleed
came crying back to me
my son where's he been
don't deny it
and don't you hide him
no I've missed him
no I've missed him
no I've missed him
no I've missed him
no words no sign
Mary say I'm not lying
how come he's so big
but good lord he's been hid (i was thinking "hit")
good lord were you hid? (again, i was thinking "hit')
HAH!
no I've missed him
no I've missed him
no I've missed him
no I've missed him
no I've missed him
no I've missed him
no I've missed him
I try to recall what it feels like
To feel missed when I'm away
It makes me feel the same
When you're not listening
You were begging me to stay
I just can't think about how
Better we could be alone
All alone
I try to forget what it feels like
To not want to leave again
It's not worth it to feel worthless
I said it's all in my head
He should not be hid
He's just too big
In a cloud please come down
I'd put stars at your feet
Put Mars in your head
Show yourself to me
And I'd believe
I'd moan and I'd weep
Fall silent at your speak
I'd burst in
Full to the brim
Mary lost her head
And let it bleed
Came crying back to me
";My son where's he hid?
Don't deny it
And don't you hide him";
No I've missed him X4
No words
No sign
Mary say
";I'm not lying";
How come he's so big
But good lord he's been hid
Good lord where you hid?
Ha!
No I've missed him X8