Song meaning of ROUGE GORON by Luther (lutherantz)

Oh, boy, welcome to the world of Luther and his song "ROUGE GORON"! Now, don't ask me what "ROUGE GORON" means, because I swear I have no clue. But let's dive into these French lyrics that are as puzzling as trying to understand a French mime. Luther starts off with eyes so red that they resemble the color of a mythical creature or some fancy French wine. He's green with anger, but don't be mistaken, it's not a Hulk situation – he just blends in with the leaves, you know, like a demented chameleon. He's alone, no plurals allowed, and the wind... oh, the wind in his eyeballs, what a delightful sensation! Apparently, he's on a quest to do good, but he's taking his sweet time because hey, he's in his twenties and that's when everything starts creaking. Luther believes he's dying, so he's decided to rule from his throne – which happens to be a wheelchair. Move over, Game of Thrones, we've got a new monarch in town! And don't you love how he takes a sudden detour from his existential crisis to declare that the sky is blue, veins are blue, and some music is faf (whatever that means). But wait, there's more! Underneath their fancy stage performances, there's blood and engines – you know, like secret underground mechanics working at a rock concert. Luther reveals that he's quasi-rich and quasi-dead, resembling the fictional hunchback Quasimodo, except his abode is filled with hipsters, lost souls, and hobos. He's confessing his inability to create sonically engaging sounds that make people dance because, obviously, if he even attempts to speak, their eyes will go wonky. They talk a big game but only touch themselves, apparently. And oh, Luther wants a house with barely any walls because why the heck not? Doing things properly is hard, he claims, but he also believes that outshining others is a piece of cake. Talk about mixed messages! The desert, for Luther, is a preferred burial ground – after all, it's much better when it's chilly. Empathy is beautiful, but it also throws him into pits he'd rather not end up in. So, he decides to become mildly self-centered, only to ponder about his previous day's video game achievements and how he's going to conquer the gaming world tomorrow. Therapy is involved, where he learns the art of living with venom – maybe he's preparing for a career as a superhero? And then, with a sudden twist, he mentions having a mouse under his fingertips... and how delightful it is... okay, Luther, we won't ask any further. The rain, apparently, is acidic, and he pleads for someone to save him before it falls on their heads – or maybe he's secretly auditioning to sing in a shower? Moving on, he openly declares his dislike for flashing lights because when he closes his eyes, he sees white spots. It's like Hiroshima all over again! And that somehow reminds him of bad luck, because of course it does. And finally, because no Luther song is complete without a random punchline, he brags about putting fifty punches in an Uber Eats meal, declaring that it tastes like crap. Quite the endorsement, Luther! So, to sum it all up, "ROUGE GORON" is a masterful display of French lyrical madness, where Luther takes us on a rollercoaster ride through his mind, leaving us more confused than a mime trying to explain astrophysics. Bravo, Luther, bravo.