People of a certain age should be familiar with The Pixies.  (For those of you not familiar, one of the best post-60s rock bands.)  A friend pointed me to this review, which is both funny and spot on:

… I have always viewed Doolittle and Surfer Rosa as sister records. Doolittle was the hot, younger sister who was crazy and fun with just enough weirdness to make life interesting. Surfer Rosa is the older sister who is definitely cute but has too many face piercings and shaved half of her head but still dresses kind of slutty and I really want to go up and hit on her but my friend keeps telling me that she has a violent streak and that he heard, this one time, that Surfer Rosa stabbed a dude because she found his pickup line to be insulting …

For me, Pixies lyrics have always had a “Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.” element to them. The songs they talk about in the review are great. (“Where Is My Mind?” is one of the greatest ever.) I’ve always liked this one a lot too just for how they work with the sounds in the words in the refrain: