Written by Real Life

Vocals, Guitars - K'noup
Synth, Guitar Solo - Nik Chinboukas
Produced by K'noup
Co-Produced and Mixed by Nik Chinboukas
Recorded at Spin Studios, NYC
Mastered by Justin Shturtz at Sterling Sound
Photo by Nik Chinboukas

Send Me An Angel

©2015 All Rights Reserved - Blackmore
Music By: Blackmore
Lyrics By: K'noup

Produced/Mixed/Engineered By: Yury Anisonyan
Co-Produced by K'noup
Mastered by: Maor Appelbaum at Maor Appelbaum Mastering

Lyrics:

I am your God.
I am your demons that detest your God.

I am your sun.
I am your holy son.
I am the vicious, the ruthless, the wicked Leviathan. 

Pull me under with the rich.
Pull me under with the poor.
Pull me under with the right and wrong.

Pull me under with the sick.
Pull me under with the strong.
Pull me under.  Make it quick.  Take it all, tsunami!

I am the sea.
I am the beast that sleeps.
I am the weight of the rising sea. 

Pull me under with the rich.
Pull me under with the poor.
Pull me under with the right and wrong.

Pull me under with the sick.
Pull me under with the strong.
Pull me under.  Make it quick.  Take it all, tsunami!

Tsunami at your door.
Tsunami take it all!

Tsunami

© 2015 All rights reserved
Music By: Blackmore
Lyrics By: K'noup

Engineered/Produced/Mixed by Yury Anisonyan
Co-Produced by K'noup
Mastered by Maor Appelbaum at Maor Appelbaum Mastering

Lyrics:

Reach, motherfucker now reach!

Beyond those doors are all your thoughts unlocked.
Beyond those walls are demons in the dark.

Across the floor are manholes for every block.
Across the board are numbers for every glock. 

Like an acrobat high above the rats.
Introduce some anarchy and leave them out of reach.
They’re out of reach.  So out of reach.
Introduce some anarchy and leave them out of reach.

Reach, motherfucker now reach!

Beyond those doors are death making machines.
Beyond those walls are reasons to believe.

Across the floor are voices to a regime.
Across the floor are victims.

Like an acrobat high above the rats.
Introduce some anarchy and leave them out of reach.
They’re out of reach.  So out of reach.
Introduce some anarchy and leave them out of reach.

Its a backyard.
Its a churchyard.
Its a schoolyard.
And now a graveyard.

Each year 4.5 million firearms, including approximately 2 million handguns are sold in the United States.  With over 30,000 people killed by firearms each year and an estimated 283 million guns, this then begs the question, where will this all end? 

Reach, motherfucker now reach!


Out of Reach

© 2015 All rights reserved
Music By: Blackmore
Lyrics By: K'noup

Engineered/Produced/Mixed by Yury Anisonyan
Co-Produced by K'noup
Mastered by Maor Appelbaum at Maor Appelbaum Mastering

Lyrics:

I see my kids flash through my thoughts.
I see a mother and she does her cross.
I grip and wonder what happens next.
The smell of vomit it makes me sick.

This is your captain once again.
Your precious lives are in my hands.
From Major Tom to ground control.
From CNN to every soul.

I see the ocean and it's abyss.
We'll slice right through it, a gentle kiss.
For lack of meds or a heavy heart,
We'll sink forever with your black box.

This is your captain once again.
Your precious lives are in my hands.
From Major Tom to ground control.
From CNN to every soul its a NOSEDIVE.

Precious bird oh falling skies.
Where were you when we all died?

Nosedive

From the album Saturday Night At The Magic Lamp: itunes.apple.com/us/album/saturda…lamp/id940969286
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Planets

© 2016 All rights reserved
Music By: Blackmore
Lyrics By: K'noup

Engineered/Produced/Mixed by Yury Anisonyan
Co-Produced by K'noup
Mastered by Maor Appelbaum at Maor Appelbaum Mastering

Lyrics

Since nothing's changed and you still feel the same, I've watched your 3 ballets from a cold dark place in a paradise of pain.  

I've turned around while sinners come to crowd to mock your 3 ballets in a time of shame, now won't you take a bow.

I've watched you in hopes that you would fall, I set aside my broken heart.

Now something's changed, and you don't feel the same.  I've told your 3 ballets to a man that claims that he can buy your heart.

I wear the crown while you carry on your way, your 3 ballets haunts me till this day.

I've watched you in hopes that you would fall, I set aside my broken heart.

Birth. Life. Death...was handled with such grace.
Birth. Life. Death.  A beautiful disgrace.

This might hurt so best you close your eyes.
This my girl is how we’ve learned to lie.

I've watched you in hopes that you would fall, I set aside my broken heart.

Now all has changed and I won't be the same, your 3 ballets haunts me till this day.


3 Ballets

"Digital Footprint" (featuring Patrick Antonian)
Music by Heavy Machinery
Lyrics & Executive Production by Patrick Antonian & Heavy Machinery
Featuring Dr. Garineh Avakian (mezzo soprano)

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Special thanks to Emil Adjamian (Grounded Productions) for expert audio engineering and advice.

Digital Footprint (feat. Patrick Antonian)

© 2016 All rights reserved
Music By: Blackmore
Lyrics By: K'noup

Engineered/Produced/Mixed by Yury Anisonyan
Co-Produced by K'noup
Mastered by Maor Appelbaum at Maor Appelbaum Mastering

Lyrics:

In your pocket is a ring of gold.
In her locket hides her Scorpio.

Roses are dead and violence is due. 

If you are the one then why do I believe in no one.
If you are the one then why do you deceive everyone.

Time to prepare your big escape, I bet a shotgun will bring you luck.  Time to deliver an angel-face, while the devil backs the truck.
What's your secret?  Will you tell the truth?
Why so discreet?  I am onto you.

Roses are dead and violence is due.

If you are the one then why do I believe in no one.
If you are the one then why do you deceive everyone.

“Dear you it's been a year since you've gone, not a day goes by without mourning or a frozen sun.  The memories surround me like an old broken fence but I still remember where we first met.  I'd give anything, i would give anything for you.”

If you are the one then why do I believe in no one.
You are the one.  Why do you deceive everyone?

Roses Are Dead

© 2016 All rights reserved
Music By: Blackmore
Lyrics By: K'noup

Engineered/Produced/Mixed by Yury Anisonyan
Co-Produced by K'noup
Mastered by Maor Appelbaum at Maor Appelbaum Mastering

Lyrics:

Well I can feel them from afar.
I can hear them whisper in my ear.

Maybe I should count to ten.
Or maybe I’ll be better off dead.

I'm coming.  I’m coming.  Wait for me.

Watch it blow!  
There's a feeding frenzy while the rest of us watch it blow.

So i guess you’re here for your reward.
Welcome to the garden of gazelles.

Your appetite awaits.
Your 72 virgins on your plate.

I'm coming.  I’m coming.  Wait for me.

Watch it blow!
There's a feeding frenzy while the rest of us watch it blow.

© 2016 All rights reserved
Music By: Blackmore
Lyrics By: K'noup

Engineered/Produced/Mixed by Yury Anisonyan
Co-Produced by K'noup
Mastered by Maor Appelbaum at Maor Appelbaum Mastering

Lyrics:

Eye for an eye in helter skelter.
Infectious rage nurtures more and more and more.
In an instant it will scorn you.
Coexistence is out the door. 

This is what we seek.
From oceans to the sky.
This is what we've deemed for once, an eye for an eye. 
An eye for an eye.

This is where we meet.
Two vultures in the night.
This is why we grieve so much, an eye for an eye.  
An eye for an eye.

Our father who art in heaven.
Religious fame forges wars and wars and wars.
In a second you will follow,
Coexistence right out the door.

This is what we seek.
From oceans to the sky.
This is what we've deemed for once, an eye for an eye. 
An eye for an eye.

This is where we meet.
Two vultures in the night.
This is why we grieve so much, an eye for an eye. 
An eye for an eye.

Eye For An Eye

© 2016 All rights reserved
Music By: Blackmore
Lyrics By: K'noup

Engineered/Produced/Mixed by Yury Anisonyan
Co-Produced by K'noup
Mastered by Maor Appelbaum at Maor Appelbaum Mastering

Lyrics:

God sells! God sells! God sells!

Consumption brings you to your knees.
Annihilation and diseased.

Across the rafters in the sky sits an angel in full disguise.
"Just give the monkey everything he wants."

God sells! God sells! God sells!

Barbed wire wrapped around the trees.
These laws were made for you and me...yea right.

Across the rafters in the sky sits an angel in full disguise.
"Just give the monkey everything he wants."

Just open your fuckin eyes people!  This isn't reality TV, this is dollar driven adultery at its finest and every time you buy into their mold your very existence becomes non existential.  

You people make me sick.

Television, masturbation, politicians, sanitation, executing generations, sell your fuckin soul!

God sells! God sells! God sells!
