Digital Glitch
Transport Lyrics


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You've been, been hiding in books behind doors and
In sleep and in sitcoms, get rich quick schemes
I got the feeling that lately you try to avoid me
You're looking straight through me
Excuse me, excuse me, but why? Why?
What's this all for?

In stitches I fidget with digital glitches
A million mental pictures running through my little brain
Then I wrestle with the muscles in my face
To place the smile that once came easily to me you see
I'm not what I appear to be It's not me, this is not me

Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato
Arigato, arigato
Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato
Arigato, arigato

Stand on ceremony waiting for the doctor's orders
Gotta go and see him 'cause the fat is clogging your aorta
Bankers queue is building while the traffic jam is mounting
And the commuters are shouting silently under their breath

Television talking at you fucking idiotic
While the magazines are tempting you with images erotic
But the dream is unattainable, headlines interchangeable
Your piece of mind is made of all the spaces in between the lies
Lies, fucking lies

Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato
Arigato, arigato
Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato
Arigato, arigato
Do you know? Do you know?
Do you know how to get home? How to get home?
You're sliding, you're sliding, you're sliding down
No! Take…take…take me home!

Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato
Arigato, thanks!




Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato
I'm taking my toys and going home!

Overall Meaning

The song Digital Glitch by Transport is a commentary on the modern world's obsession with distractions and the pursuit of material gain. The first verse sets the scene with the singer addressing someone who seems to be avoiding them, suggesting that they have been hiding behind books, TV shows, and get-rich-quick schemes. They seem unable to connect with the singer, who asks "what's this all for?" implying a sense of disillusionment or dissatisfaction.


The second verse continues this theme of disconnection - the singer talks about "fidgeting with digital glitches" and "wrestling with the muscles in my face" to smile. The implication here is that everyone is putting on a false front, trying to appear happy and engaged with the world, but really struggling to maintain a sense of authenticity. The chorus repeats the phrase "Domo Arigato" - which means "thank you" in Japanese - perhaps suggesting a sense of gratitude for the distractions and illusions that allow people to ignore their problems.


The final verse paints a bleak picture of modern life - society seems to be falling apart with traffic jams, queues at the bank, and people shouting silently in frustration. The media bombards us with "fucking idiotic" TV shows and "erotic" images in magazines that promise an unattainable dream. The singer's cries of "do you know how to get home?" and "take me home!" imply a desire for escape from this overwhelming, confusing, and unsatisfying world.


Overall, Digital Glitch is a powerful critique of modern society, suggesting that we are consumed by distractions that prevent us from being truly happy and authentic.


Line by Line Meaning

You've been, been hiding in books behind doors and
You've been avoiding me by immersing yourself in reading behind closed doors


In sleep and in sitcoms, get rich quick schemes
You've been filling your time with activities that offer easy escapism and instant gratification such as sleeping, watching sitcoms and chasing get-rich-quick schemes


I got the feeling that lately you try to avoid me
I have an intuition that you've been actively trying to avoid me


You're looking straight through me
You're not reacting to my presence or acknowledging my presence around you


Excuse me, excuse me, but why? Why?
Excuse me for asking, but why are you avoiding me?


What's this all for?
What is the reason behind your avoidance?


In stitches I fidget with digital glitches
I'm struggling to keep a smile on my face as I try to fix digital problems without drawing attention to myself


A million mental pictures running through my little brain
I have an excessive amount of thoughts and worries occupying my mind


Then I wrestle with the muscles in my face
I am trying hard to hide my emotions and put on a certain facial expression


To place the smile that once came easily to me you see
I'm trying to recreate the effortless smile I once had


I'm not what I appear to be It's not me, this is not me
My outward behavior is masking my true self and I feel out of alignment with myself


Domo Arigato, domo arigato, domo arigato
Thank you, thank you, thank you


Arigato, arigato
Thank you, thank you


Stand on ceremony waiting for the doctor's orders
You're waiting expectantly for guidance from a higher authority figure


Gotta go and see him 'cause the fat is clogging your aorta
You're compelled to see the doctor because you're aware of the health risks associated with excess weight


Bankers queue is building while the traffic jam is mounting
The financial and public transportation systems have issues that are causing delays and buildup


And the commuters are shouting silently under their breath
The commuters are expressing their frustrations and grievances internally without saying them aloud


Television talking at you fucking idiotic
The TV programming is significantly lacking in substance and intelligence


While the magazines are tempting you with images erotic
The magazines are using sexually suggestive imagery to lure you in


But the dream is unattainable, headlines interchangeable
The ideal life portrayed in the media is impossible to achieve and the news stories could easily be swapped out for any other sensational story


Your piece of mind is made of all the spaces in between the lies
What gives you peace of mind is the moments of honesty and clarity amidst all the deceit and falsehoods


Lies, fucking lies
The false narratives propagated in media and society


Do you know? Do you know?
Do you have the knowledge or understanding of


Do you know how to get home? How to get home?
Do you know the method of returning home?


You're sliding, you're sliding, you're sliding down
You're losing ground or slipping in some way


No! Take…take…take me home!
A plea to be rescued and guided back to a sense of security or familiarity


Arigato, thanks!
Thank you, thanks!


I'm taking my toys and going home!
I am withdrawing from this situation and taking all of my things with me




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Comments from YouTube:

thelittlespook

You wouldn't happen to have Transport's CWA by any chance? I've been searching for that for years. I had it somewhere on a cd but can not, for the life of me, find it!

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