Uncover The Inspiration Behind The Song “My First Gods” — A Poetic Journey Into Faith, Creation, And The Roots Of Spiritual Discovery.
Some songs come from fleeting inspiration, but others are born from moments that change the way we see life. “My First Gods” is one of those songs. Its roots go back to a story I once heard on television. An actor described how his father had grown so weak that he had to lift him in his arms, carry him to the bathroom, and wash him. The father, fragile and helpless, smiled like a child as this happened.
That image stayed with me forever. It revealed the paradox of life: we are born as children in need of care, and we often leave the world in the same way—dependent once again on the love and care of others. That moment for the actor became his true initiation into adulthood. And for me, it became the seed of “My First Gods.”
As children, our parents are our first gods. They are the ones who feed us, hold us, protect us, and guide us through the darkness. They are larger than life, seemingly immortal. Yet time humbles even the strongest of them. Illness, frailty, and old age remind us that we must one day reverse roles. The ones who once held us will need us to hold them.
The song’s verses reflect this cycle:
“I see my mom, she holds me tight,
Feeds me from her, day and night.
My dad, he sings his night babe tune,
Keeping me calm, my guard with half moon.”
These lines recall the early days of childhood, when everything depended on our parents’ presence and love. They are the guardians of our first steps, the voices that soothe us into sleep, the lights that keep fear away.
But then the song moves to another chapter:
“Now I hold dad’s, hand with care,
We walk slow to, the doctor’s lair.
I clean him up, bathe him though,
He’s like my baby, soft and slow.”
Here, the roles have reversed. The child becomes the caretaker, the parent becomes the one in need. It is the cycle of Benjamin Button, the strange truth of human life—fragile at both ends, strong in between.
There is pain in this transition, but also profound beauty. To care for our parents in their final years is not just duty—it is sacred love.
When I filmed the video for “My First Gods” in the Philothei forest, I wanted the environment itself to echo this message. The trees, the roots, the flowing wind—all spoke of life’s rhythm: birth, growth, decay, and renewal. Just as nature accepts its cycles, so too must we learn to accept and honor the cycle of family, love, and time.
“Mom forgets, most things today,
I guide her home, show the way.
Kiss her head, help her see,
I am her baby; she is still with me.”
These words may bring sadness, but they also carry hope. Even when memory fades, love remains. The bond between parent and child transcends the limitations of the body and the mind.
🎶 “My First Gods” is a tribute to every mother and father who once stood as gods in the eyes of their children, and to every son and daughter who now stands by them with love, patience, and gratitude. It is a song about the circle of life, the inevitability of time, and the eternal power of love that flows across generations.
It is, above all, a reminder: be there for your parents as they were there for you. For in caring for them, you touch the deepest truth of being human.