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News Again — The Song That Screams What the Headlines Whisper

 

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(Released August 11, 2025 — Press Play Only If You’re Tired of Pretending)

You know that feeling?

When you open your phone… and there it is — again.

The same horror, repackaged. New names. Same blood. Same silence. Same shame.

That’s where “News Again” begins — not with a melody, but with a sigh. A sigh that turns into a scream.

Written and produced by Ali Taha Alnobani, with AI-assisted soundscapes shaped by Suno AI, this isn’t background music. It’s a mirror. A protest. A funeral dirge for truths we keep burying under scrolling feeds and hollow hashtags.

🎧 “The news is back again / Same story, different names.”

No intro. No warning. Just the cold, familiar rhythm of global grief.

Children vanish. Bombs fall. Politicians preach peace — while lighting storms.

And we? We pretend. We scroll. We share. We move on.

“The world just spins, and we pretend / But blood still writes how this will end.”

This is protest music — not with chants, but with chilling clarity.

Ali doesn’t shout. He stares.

He watches the “bad hero” take the stage — draped in golden words, sinking deeper every night.

He sees the walls they call “progress”… and recognizes the graves beneath.

The chorus doesn’t beg for change — it documents the lie:

“He talks of hope, while dropping bombs / He speaks of calm, while lighting storms.”

It’s not poetry. It’s prophecy. Written in real time.

In Verse 3, the mask slips completely:

“He said, ‘no fear, we’re on the right’ / While children vanish out of sight.”

And then, the quiet devastation:

“He said, ‘we build,’ but I can see / The walls of graves and twisted dreams.”

There’s no redemption arc here.

No hopeful bridge. No soaring finale.

Just the final chorus — heavier, slower, soaked in grief:

“So here we are, we bleed, we burn / The news returns, the lessons turn / And peace remains a broken word / While mud devours the voice we heard.”


And then… silence.

Except for two words, fading like a last breath:

“News again... / And still... the same.”

The production? Haunting. Hollow. Heavy.

AI didn’t write the rage — but it sculpted the sound of exhaustion.

Echoing drums like distant artillery.

Vocals that feel whispered from a bunker.

Guitars that don’t shred — they sink.

This is music that doesn’t want to be enjoyed. It wants to be felt. Remembered. Repeated — until we stop letting it be true.

👉 Press play if you’re tired of performative outrage.

👉 Press play if you still believe art should hold power accountable.

👉 Press play if you refuse to let the world normalize this.

“News Again” isn’t entertainment.

It’s evidence.

It’s elegy.

It’s the song we keep needing — because the story never changes.

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P.S. They’ll keep broadcasting the same script.

This song? It’s the pause button.

Press it. Listen. Then ask yourself —

How many times will we let “news again” be the soundtrack to our silence?


Song Title: "News Again"

Lyrics by Ali Taha Alnobani

[Verse 1]

The news is back again

Same story, different names

More savagery, more blood

More silence wrapped in shame

[Verse 2]

The bad hero takes the stage

Still preaching peace and light

But behind his golden words

He sinks deeper every night

[Chorus]

He talks of hope, while dropping bombs

He speaks of calm, while lighting storms

The world just spins, and we pretend

But blood still writes how this will end

[Verse 3]

He said, “no fear, we’re on the right”

While children vanish out of sight

He said, “we build,” but I can see

The walls of graves and twisted dreams

[Final Chorus]

So here we are, we bleed, we burn

The news returns, the lessons turn

And peace remains a broken word

While mud devours the voice we heard

[Outro]

News again...

And still... the same

 

 

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released August 11, 2025
Lyrics: Ali Taha Alnobani
Music Composition & Arrangement: AI-assisted via Suno AI, under the creative direction of Ali Taha Alnobani
Vocal & Instrumental Production: AI-generated elements powered by Suno AI
Producer: Ali Taha Alnobani
Creative Director: Ali Taha Alnobani
This track was conceptualized, written, and produced entirely by Ali Taha Alnobani, with music generation support from artificial intelligence. The lyrics, thematic vision, and final artistic decisions are solely his. No other human performers or composers were involved.
℗ & © 2025 Ali Taha Alnobani | All Rights Reserved


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