"Although that sounds like a pipe-dream, it conveys the unreality that permeates hippiedom, a cult whose mystique derives essentially from the influence of hallucinogenic drugs. The hippies have popularized a new word, psychedelic, which the Random House Dictionary of English Language defines as: "Of or noting a mental state of great calm, intensely pleasureful perception of the senses, esthetic entrancement and creative impetus; of or noting any of the group of drugs producing this effect." With those drugs has come the psychedelic philosophy, an impassioned belief in the self-revealing, mind-expanding powers of potent weeds and seeds and chemical compounds known to man since prehistory but wholly alien to the rationale of Western society. Unlike other accepted stimuli, from nicotine to liquor, the hallucinogens promise those who take the "trip" a magic-carpet escape from reality in which perceptions are heightened, senses distorted, and the imagination permanently bedazzled with visions of Ideological verity."
The Grass Roots, on the other hand, put it more succinctly in "Let's Live for Today." There was no end, of course, to hippie naivete (youth is wasted on the young, as Wilde put it), oversimplifying the process in the quest for an ideal, for their "Ideological verity," whatever the hell that is: "When I think of all the worries/ That people seem to find/ And how they're in a hurry/ To complicate their minds/ By chasing after money/ And dreams that can't come true/ I'm glad that we're different/ We've got better things to do./
One, two three, four,
Sha-la-la-la-la-la, live for today
Sha-la-la-la-la-la, live for today
And don't worry 'bout tomorrow...