*5.24-MAKER (Hollies)




Days of yellow saffron.
Nights with purple skies.
Melting in the sunbeams
From my Maker's eyes.

Mountain colored lilac
In the distant haze.
I would like to lie here,
Timing all my days.

     Move past my window,
     Sunshine is shimmering
     Jack-o-lanterns glimmering,
     Giant moths are flickering around.

[Short break]

See, the moon is hiding
Underneath the sea.
Pretty soon He'll venture
To take a look at me.

So I humbly stand here
Beneath His golden glow.
Doesn't He remind me
Of somebody I know?

     I must be leaving.
     Back to reality.
     Don't you just pity me?
     I could so easily stay here.


Maker is a sitar-based song that, unlike King Midas or Try It from the same Butterfly project, gets the production absolutely right. It’s still a pop song, so it falls short of the classical sitar tradition found in George Harrison’s contribution to Sgt. Pepper: Within You and Without You. Still, upon the release of Maker the song had few peers in sitar playing among psychedelic works. I can only think of Three King Fishers by Donovan, on the Sunshine Superman album (in which sitar was played by Shawn Phillips), and Harrison’s Love You To, off Revolver. It’s unfortunate that the sitar player on this record was not noted. Most people believe it was the Hollies' own Tony Hicks, since the group was not known to hire session musicians.

The lyrics are for the most part psychedelic fluff, but choosing the sun as a metaphor for spirituality was exactly the right choice for a sitar dominated tune. There are a couple of salient points, however, that deserve mentioning. This song actually suggests that if one takes LSD one will see God (the Maker). And that God will remind the tripper of somebody he knows. I wonder who that person would be. The person one most loved, or looked up to?; maybe God looks like oneself. A second lyrical moment worthy of comment (Back to reality. / Don’t you just pity me? / I could so easily stay here.) captures the regret someone using LSD sometimes has about having to return to a dull world without visions and revelations. The poet regrets that he will soon lose contact with his enlightenment and fears he might start to disbelieve what seemed so certain while under the influence.