A Magazine
Steel Train Lyrics


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Everyone wants to be part of the scene
See themselves pretty in a magazine
So when my life did read just like a book
Out of corners and cracks they came to look

And that's the story from the years that came
Everyone wants to be part of the shame
What a tragedy, what a glamorous scene
Write it in a book or a magazine, a magazine, a magazine

Open up to read about a murder
Look at the pretty lipstick shades
And that's just how you met your Frank Sinatra
On the paper thin walls of a magazine

Picked up and paid for, yeah, but
Who knows what you're really bound to be
You put the pages on your mirror

Another sob story, yeah, but
It will never fill you up just like the way
You always hoped it bound to be
Who are you?

Dream a dream, she looks like Madonna
Or find a Jesus of your own
Or something different, just made for your cover
No religion is fit for a magazine

Picked up and paid for, yeah, but
Who knows what you're really bound to be
You put the pages on your mirror
You'll never measure up to that

Another sob story, yeah, but
It will never fill you up just like the way
You always hoped it bound to be
Who are you?

So you read it in a magazine





And I had seen the things I'd never dream
Read it in a book or a magazine, a magazine, a magazine

Overall Meaning

The song "A Magazine" by Steel Train talks about the allure of fame and how people yearn to be a part of it. The opening lines "Everyone wants to be part of the scene, See themselves pretty in a magazine" highlight the desire to be seen and recognized by people through various mediums, but the song later questions whether fame is worth the cost. The line, "What a tragedy, what a glamorous scene, Write it in a book or a magazine, a magazine, a magazine" suggests that the dream of fame and the reality of it may not necessarily match up.


The song also highlights the power of media to influence people's perception of reality. The lines, "Open up to read about a murder, Look at the pretty lipstick shades" suggest the obsession with tragedy and glamour in mainstream media. The song also questions whether the representation of individuals in magazines or media is genuine or fabricated for the sake of selling.


The line, "You'll never measure up to that, Another sob story, yeah, but It will never fill you up just like the way You always hoped it bound to be" suggests that fame is not fulfilling and is potentially damaging to an individual's psyche. The repetition of the line "Who are you?" suggests that the obsession with fame leads to a loss of self-identity.


Line by Line Meaning

Everyone wants to be part of the scene
Everyone desires to be part of the popular group.


See themselves pretty in a magazine
People want to see their good-looking faces published in a magazine.


So when my life did read just like a book
When my life seemed predictable like a written story.


Out of corners and cracks they came to look
People read my story with curiosity, coming up from unexpected places.


And that's the story from the years that came
That's the essence of the events from the past years.


Everyone wants to be part of the shame
People want to be part of even the dishonorable side of things.


What a tragedy, what a glamorous scene
Even tragic events can be presented as glamorous in a magazine.


Write it in a book or a magazine, a magazine, a magazine
Publish it in a book or magazine multiple times.


Open up to read about a murder
Start reading an article in a magazine about a murder.


Look at the pretty lipstick shades
Also view the colorful lipstick shades picture in the magazine.


And that's just how you met your Frank Sinatra
And that's exactly how you became aware of Frank Sinatra's story.


On the paper thin walls of a magazine
On the thin pages of a magazine.


Picked up and paid for, yeah, but
Bought and paid for, yeah, but


Who knows what you're really bound to be
Who knows your true destiny?


You put the pages on your mirror
You stick the magazine pages to your mirror to remind you of your aspirations.


Another sob story, yeah, but
Another sad story, but


It will never fill you up just like the way
Reading that story will never satisfy you in the way you hope.


You always hoped it bound to be
What you hoped to be.


Who are you?
An introspective question about your true self.


Dream a dream, she looks like Madonna
Imagining a girl that resembles Madonna.


Or find a Jesus of your own
Or invent your own version of Jesus.


Or something different, just made for your cover
Or choose something unique that fits your magazine cover.


No religion is fit for a magazine
Religion cannot be fully represented in a magazine.


You'll never measure up to that
You'll never be able to achieve the standards set by the magazine.


So you read it in a magazine
So you end up reading and believing what the magazine says.


And I had seen the things I'd never dream
And I had witnessed things beyond my imagination.


Read it in a book or a magazine, a magazine, a magazine
Repeatedly read it in a book or magazine.




Lyrics © HIPGNOSIS SONGS GROUP, Peermusic Publishing, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Written by: JACK ANTONOFF

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