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06. No Manual (Unplugged) | Echo Sounds

06. No Manual (Unplugged) From the album "El Informe (The Report)" — Echo Sounds Unplugged version (voice and guitar only) --- Lyrics: [Intro] Yeah... Three hundred thousand years And we still don't know What we're doing here [Verse 1] Physicist wakes up early, does the math before the sun Traces everything back to the moment it begun Fourteen billion years, a singularity, a chain Explains the how of everything — the why is not her lane That's somebody else's problem, somebody else's room A monk in a monastery, sitting in the gloom Counting breath in, breath out, says the answer's in the stillness Says the meaning isn't found — it's dropped like an illness And the philosopher next door hasn't left his desk in weeks Questions what the monk means by "meaning" when he speaks Writes a paper on a paper written in the fifties That nobody outside the building reads or thinks is pretty And down the hall the painter just says none of that is it Puts the feeling on the canvas, says you know when you've been hit She doesn't have a language for the thing she's trying to show She just knows there's something real here that the others don't quite know [Chorus] We have all the answers Just in different rooms that don't talk Three hundred thousand years of searching And we're still just circling the block The physicist explains the how The monk has got the why The artist paints the feeling and the philosopher — he tries We have all the pieces We've been building all along Just nobody's in the hallway Nobody's connecting all the rooms [Verse 2] Every culture built a story — gave it rituals, gave it weight Said this is the reason you were born, this is why you wait The Greeks built it from virtue, every Confucian from the role The Abrahamic faiths said — listen — God already wrote the scroll The Hindu said the wheel just keeps on turning, keep it right The Buddhists said the wheel's the problem, step out of the light The Aztec built a calendar of sacrifice and sky The secular said throw it all away — we'll figure out the why And every single one of them was touching something real Every single one was pointing at a thing they couldn't feel The way the blind men with the elephant each named a different part One had the trunk, one had the tusk, one had the beating heart But none of them could leave the room None of them could say Maybe the guy next door has got the piece that I'm missing today Maybe the physicist and the monk could share a meal And the painter puts the canvas in the middle and we deal [Chorus] We have all the answers Just in different rooms that don't talk Three hundred thousand years of searching And we're still just circling the block The physicist explains the how The monk has got the why The artist paints the feeling and the philosopher — he tries We have all the pieces We've been building all along Just nobody's in the hallway Nobody's connecting all the rooms [Bridge] (stripped back, just keys and voice) The meaning crisis isn't that we lost the thread It's that we cut it into strands and handed each one to a different head And told them that their strand was all of it And they believed it 'Cause the room was comfortable And the title on the door felt good And crossing the hallway meant admitting That maybe somebody else's piece of this could Be the thing that makes it whole I'm not sure the manual was ever missing I think we just filed the pages in different departments And forgot to tell each other what we found [Verse 3] There's a kid who reads the physics and it cracks her chest wide open Finds the monk on the internet and something else is spoken Walks into a gallery and stands in front of a Rothko And it does the thing the textbook couldn't do when she was lost though She's not a scientist or a saint or a philosopher by name She's just standing in the hallway where all of the rooms are the same And she doesn't have the language for the thing she's starting to know But she can feel the pages starting to accumulate and flow Because the how and the why and the feel were always one thing We just institutionalized the pieces gave them funding gave them wings Separate floors, separate language, separate jargon, separate pride Three hundred thousand years of building rooms and nobody's gone inside All the rooms at once That's the job maybe That's the whole thing Not to win the room you're in But to leave the door open [Chorus] We have all the answers Just in different rooms that don't talk Three hundred thousand years of searching And we're still just circling the block The physicist explains the how The monk has got the why The artist paints the feeling and the philosopher — he tries We have all the pieces We've been building all along Just nobody's in the hallway Nobody's connecting all the rooms [Outro] All the rooms... We've been building All the rooms... The manual's not missing It's just — scattered Filed in departments That forgot ...