Finally, by the end of the decade, they had become much more experimental. They were by turns whimsical (Yellow Submarine, Savoy Truffle) and sentimental (Julia, While My Guitar Gently Weeps, Good Night), satirical (Back in the U.S.S.R.) and scathing (Sexy Sadie, Piggies).
The Beatles always seemed to be on the cutting edge of social enlightenment. They moved from youthful rebellion (Roll Over Beethoven) to experimenting with LSD, then moved on to transcendental meditation with the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. And John Lennon was in the vanguard of the peace movement.
But as socially liberal as they were, one thing they never evolved into was Marxists. The Rolls Royce that John Lennon bought (and had painted with Day Glo designs), the Aston Martins that Paul McCartney favored, and the collection of Ferraris amassed by George Harrison would have brought a blush to the most shameless Wall Streeter. And all four Beatles bought country estates that fairly screamed "landed gentry."
They certainly weren't into redistribution, which they expressed their opinion about in Taxman:
By 1968 they had also acquired a jaundiced view of advocates of leftist violence, which they sang about in Revolution 1:
"But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao, You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow"?
(A pretty accurate assessment of how not to get laid.)
"But if you want money for people with minds that hate, All I can tell you is brother you have to wait?"
They correctly identified the true haters of their day. (Today it's the most hateful, spiteful, unpleasant, and rude people who constantly accuse the other side of being haters.)
Would that there were a group as influential as the Beatles today to steer young people the right way.