SKY Magazine was a British magazine that was published between 1987 and 2001. It was an entertainment magazine dealing mainly in celebrities featured in film, television and music.
It should not be confused with the Sky magazine sent free to subscribers to British Sky Broadcasting. There were also occasionally sections on childhood nostalgia.
Originally produced by News International's magazine division as a fortnightly, the title struggled and was sold to EMAP, who relaunched it as a monthly.
The magazine was aimed at young people of both sexes, a fairly unique stance by the mid-1990s. Cover stars were both male and female and were photographed and commented from a sexually interested viewpoint regardless of their sex. In the later years there also featured a number of 'Sex Issues', asking for responses from hetero and gay people of both sexes.
Another frequent feature for a number of years was the back page advice column column from Karen Krizanovich, an American journalist who would generally belittle advice seekers, helping them to solve their own problems.
Sky Magazine (or 'Sky Mag') is the magazine distributed to subscribers of the BSkyB satellite service Sky Digital.
The magazine was available to subscribers of the Variety Pack or all packs of entertainment.
The magazines content varies from edition to edition, but on average will include:
In recent years, popular consensus is that the quality of the content has decreased, and what was once a quality magazine, has lost channel guides, detailed channel listings and more quality interviews and program-related articles.
The magazine ceased publication in October 2011. The October/November edition was the final one. The publication was replaced by a Weekly Email.
There are wounds that stir up the force of gravity
A cold that will wipe the hope from your eyes
Young girl standing underneath the "L" train
Standing there, watching the trains go by ...
You think that nobody knows where you are, girl
You think that nobody knows how this feels
Alone, in a world of your own
There you are girl
The small things float
To the top of gravity
Gravity
I'm telling you where it is
Gravity
We walk in easy snakes
Through the roulette rattling of the ethyl
And now the arson smell of moon
Polishes a newsstand
They empty the gas can
The watch the fire
If there are three girls running
There are three girls running nowhere
From remedies
That you call random
We call by name
And ask them to explain why
Oh, no I heard somebody
Hush up
Don't say nothing
I thought I heard someone
Well we walk when we want to go
Nobody's gonna be there
Seen somebody, somebody
Be quiet
Nobody's there ...
Nobody
I could not say no to the light of my desire
I'm not asking so much
But you roll-call the passion
His lips ?
No
His back ?
No
His face?
No, no, no
I'm not asking so much!
I try to imagine another planet, another sun
Where I don't look like me
And everything I do matters
Where you are, girl
In your green paint
With a pin to pull
At the fingertips of gravity
Gravity
I'm telling you where it is
Gravity