I'm In the Corner, Watching You Kiss Her [Robyn's "Dancing On My Own"]
22 April 2010
Real Talk: I may officially be pronouncing myself a Robyn stan. I'm really not sure why I didn't come to this conclusion sooner.
Her debut album, Robyn Is Here, was a quintessential piece of my childhood ("Show Me Love", "Do You Know (What It Takes)" and "Do You Really Want Me (Show Respect)" are killer to this day). Her third effort brought us the beauty that is "Keep This Fire Burning". 2005's Robyn remains to be, from beginning to end, one of the most satisfying pop records I've ever heard -- it has something for every mood, thought and emotion.
Now, as I (not-so) patiently await Body Talk Part 1, the first of three mini albums set for release in 2010, I'm reminded yet again of this woman's innate musical genius. Every single song from this project that has leaked to us so far has been brilliant in its own way -- the reggae-twinged "Dancehall Queen (No Hassle)", the mechanically defiant "Fembots", the darkly hypnotic "None of Dem", and now the official first single, "Dancing On My Own."
Stilettos on broken bottles
I'm spinning around in circles
It takes up where "With Every Heartbeat" left off, completely with static-y synth and bitter melancholy that everyone can relate to at some point in their lives. Robyn has a way of penning emotion in such a down-to-earth way that cuts right to the chase, and right to the gut.
Yeah, I know it's stupid
But I just gotta see it for myself
I'm in the corner
Watching you kiss her
I'm right over here
Why can't you see me?
I couldn't have voiced it better if I had written it myself -- it's like staring into the mirror of my short-term memory, as it completely echoes a recent encounter I had with a former beau. It's the type of relatable heartbreak she aired with "Be Mine!", except this time, she doesn't play as coy with her feelings of betrayal regarding the worst kind of voyeurism. The pain is palpable, but there's nothing you can do other than walk away, and "dance" on your own, on your own terms.
It's the type of moody realism that I desperately wanted from Christina Aguilera's Bionic project when I heard word of her collabs with all of electro and underground synth's best. But it's official, fam. Robyn just slayed my fave.
The song of 2010? Quite possibly.