• Heart
• Rickie Lee Jones
• Jesus Jones
• Pigface
• Pedro The Lion
• Lauren Christy
• David Bazan
• Hidell

Up in the little room looking down
Everybody's passing time
Princess dressed in wool, dreaming eyes
Whispering her rhymes
"Rain, play my song today
No one wants to know me anyway"
Perfect lover where are you?
I can't wait much more for you to come true
Shining prince inside my head
Live inside a palace underneath my bed
And everybody knows who they are
In a velvet garden of rhinestone stars
Shine down on me satin queen, overlords of insane scenes
They go dancing 'cross the pages of the magazine
Typewriter steel and gray, work away
Everybody's going home
Over across town, caught in a crowd
Still living alone
A little room for her out of the rain
A little something for the pain
Lady-in-waiting potentially
For the Lord of the rock 'n' roll aristocracy, see
Dreaming in photographs at night
Love's like sand held in your hand so tight
And everybody know who they are
In a velvet garden of rhinestone stars
Shine down on me satin queen, overlords of insane scenes
They go dancing 'cross the pages of the magazine
Yeah, the magazine
Everyday's like the day before
Come in tired and lock the door
Paint your space with magic hands
Shining slick and dandy, smile at your fans
"C'mon pretty boy, sing for us"
Take me over the edge
I know you're good enough
And everybody knows who they are
In a velvet garden of rhinestone stars
Shine down on me satin queen, overlords of insane scenes
They go dancing 'cross the pages of the magazine

Homeboys
Calling from the corners
Station to station
For the magazine
But her pages are turning
Out the lights in the windows
And all that you're reading
Is the braille night
I can't come out
And play Paddy with
The Precinct boys no more
But you and me baby
We'll be lovers again
But she's walking to the A
Walking to the B
Walking to the C now,
Where are you going?
I'm just going with him...
He could be anywhere
I don't know where he is
I know he's coming
I know he's coming to me
It could be anyday
I will know right away
I'll know he's Coming
I'll know he's Coming to me
I'll know he's Coming
I'll know he's Coming to me now...
I don't think you know
What you're doing
I don't think you know
That she'll make him cry
Make my baby cry
Cuz you'll break my heart,
Carol, Carol, Carol
There's a flagboy
Calling danger
Watch you're back now
Hey you. Flagboy,
Let'em come, let'em come
Cuz I can see them there
I can see them coming
I can see it all now
Hey you, Flagboy
Let'em come
They don't know where I am
I could be anywhere
I know they're coming
I know they're coming to me
It could be anyday
I will know right away
I know they're coming...
I know they're coming to me
I know they're coming,
Everything's Coming
Everything's Coming to me
Everything's Coming
Alive

All the things I read come from magazines
My concentration never was what it might have been
And I know that I`m impatient but there isn`t really time
To have all these ideas going through my mind
Magazine
For your survival
Magazine
There`s no modern rival
Magazine
Choose what I want to read so I`m never bored
All the time I save I use to read more
Magazine
It`s just like the real thing
Magazine
But better looking
Magazine
>From the absurd to the obscene
Uncovered here in
Magazine
All of life in fun size
Magazine
And you can win this great prize

i was a codependant alcoholic bitch and then i became
hold me in your arms i wanna feel your disease
turn the machines on high i sleep better when they scream
i sleep better when the TV flips on my list like a screen
whenever i dream it's all magazine
it's all magazine [x5]
magazine [x5]
dream time time most real of all
luminous faces bodies call
dream times dream times eagle hot
dream time embrace a dot
will so wide feeling wise
rip it up and look inside
it feels empty it's just me
dream time [x3]
dream time magazine
magazine
dream time [x3]
magazine
satan worshippers and their surviving children

This line is metaphysical
And on the one side, on the one side
The bad have lived in wickedness
And on the other side, on the other side
The good have lived in arrongance
And there's a steep slope
With a short rope
This line is metaphysical
And there's a steady flow
Moving to and fro
Oh, look you earned your wings
Are you an angel, now
Or a vulure
Constantly hovering over
Waiting for the big mistake
Oh, my God, what have I done?
Oh, my God, what have I done?
Wouldn't you love to be
On the cover of a magazine?
Healthy skin, perfect teeth
Designed to hide what lies beneath
I feel the darkness growing stronger
As you cram light down my throat
How does that work out for you

Little girls in pretty boxes
High tech sweat and younger skin
We were all delicious and smelled of Arpege
I buzzed my killer in
Bring me the head of Jerry Garcia
Super sex on water skis
Iced decaf and mocchaccino
And a hooker by the grinder please
Chorus:
Magazine, know what I mean
You go on and on about stuff I've never seen
Magazine, stuck to my hand
The boys don't ever get it
But the girls all understand
Angel, waffle, women are weird
Tighten up your tail
Throw her on the linoleum and
Harpoon her like a whale
Dad's on drugs, Bristish sex
A rollicking good time
Trust fund kids
When men are pigs
Just cook that little swine
(Repeat chorus)
Missionary position, politician
Young girls in the world's oldest profession
Beauty, health, fashion, food
And the books and and sex and art and news
The boys don't ever get it but the girls all understand
(Repeat chorus)
Magazine
Rip it up and just throw it away
Rip it up and just throw it away
Rip it up and just throw it away
Magazine, still stuck to my hand
The boys don't ever get it

This line is metaphysical
And on the one side
And on the one side
The bad half live in wickedness
And on the other side
And on the other side
The good half live in arrogance
And there's a steep slope
With a short rope
This line is metaphysical
And there's a steady flow
Moving to and fro
Oh look you earned your wings
Are you an angel now
Or a vulture?
Constantly hovering over
Waiting for a big mistake
Oh my God, what have I done?
Wouldn't you love to be
On the cover of a magazine?
Healthy skin and perfect teeth
Designed to hide what lies beneath
And I feel the darkness growing stronger
As you cram light down my throat
And how does that work out for you
In your holy quest to be above reproach?
Wouldn't you love to be
On the cover of a magazine?
Healthy skin and perfect teeth
Designed to hide what lies beneath

Picture me on the cover of your magazine
All the shiny happy people starring back at me
Turn the page if you really wanna look at me
The photographs that stole my soul
Are yours to see
Are yours to see
Do i feel alive
Do i feel alive
Do i feel alive
Picture me getting bent in my limousine
Living fast dying young is the only dream
Picture me on the cover of your magazine
Look at me I'm a copy written junky