Any reader of Entertainment Weekly has probably noticed the crush that publication has on Robyn. The degree to which they evangelize for her is almost comical.
Regardless of my opinion of the pixie-like Swedish performer, I love to see that kind of promotion of an underdog. Hell, I’m the guy who’s in the midst of Ron Sexsmith Weekends on this blog. When you love something, the desire to shout about it from the rooftops is a strong one.
Personally, I think EW piles it on a but too thick when it comes to Robyn. She’s talented, no doubt, but they risk overpraising her to the point that all she can do is disappoint. And that’s not doing her any favors.
Of course, Robyn doesn’t write and record the sort of music I generally like. She’s primarily a techno, electro-pop artist, though she does know her way around a ballad. So I guess it’s to her credit that I enjoy the two albums of hers that I own as much as I do.
‘Bum Like You’ is a track from her celebrated self-titled 2005 disc (which actually came out ten years after her first album and represented a major shift in her sound).
These beats are the definition of infectious. I guess the highest compliment I can pay to Robyn is that when I hear her songs I wish I was the kind of person who listened to music like this more often.
Your fingers in my cookie jar
You can have my checkbook, visa and my mastercard too
Ain’t no price too high for what you do
You could be my dog
I would post your bail bonds when cash was tight
We could fall in love
I could be the apple of your eye
Let’s do it right now
My new favourite thing to do
Is wasting my time on a bum like you
My new favourite thing to do
Is wasting my time on a bum like you
Your car’s a dump and you’re broke (But that’s all right)
I never liked them fancy guys
You don’t even look good
God, it ain’t right
But you’re starry eyed and out of sight
We could fall apart
I would post your bailbonds when cash was tight
We could fall in love
I could be the apple of your eye
Let’s do it right now
My new favourite thing to do
Is wasting my time on a bum like you
My new favourite thing to do
Is wasting my time on you
My new favourite thing to do
Is wasting my time on a bum like you
My new favourite thing to do
Is wasting my time on a bum like you
You’re always up to no good
You catch on like a bonfire
Every single worn out line is shiney and new
I never met a sweeter liar
You could be my king
I would knit you mittens and make you pie
We could fall in love
I could be the apple in your eye
My new favourite thing to do
Is wasting my time on a bum like you
My new favourite thing to do
Is wasting my time on you
My new favourite thing to do
Is wasting my time on a bum like you
My new favourite thing to do
Is wasting my time on a bum like you
Wasting my time on a bum like you
Wasting my time on a bum like you
Meet Me In Montauk 
See, you wish you were the type of person who listened to music like this more often, and I’m happy that I’m not that type of person.:) Just not my bag, man.
🙂 I love the way you close this blog post, but I think I’m in agreement with Dana, at least in theory.
Usually when I hear a song like this one – or “Barbra Streisand” by Duck Sauce, the other dance song that has been infecting my brain since the episode of Glee a couple of weeks ago – – I do wish I had an alter ego who wanted to engage in the fun all those crazy people are having 🙂 But, ultimately, I’m happy to enjoy the experience vicariously, the song for the minutes it is playing, then head back to “my” music.
As for EW’s love affair with Robyn, I have been intrigued. But still not intrigued enough to want to own one of her albums.