Time Of The Season (extended | Mix)

The organ chirped and growled, getting weirder, more psychedelic. The "breath" sounds in the track—that rhythmic hiss —seemed to sync up with the collective lungs of the basement. For those extra minutes, the war outside, the draft cards, and the frantic pace of the city didn't exist. There was only the blue smoke, the Hammond B3 organ, and the way Maya’s thumb traced circles on his wrist.

The song hit the three-minute mark—where the radio edit usually surrendered—but tonight, the DJ let the tape run. The organ solo began to spiral. It wasn't just a melody; it was a conversation. Rod Argent’s fingers danced across the keys, building a cathedral of sound that climbed toward the damp ceiling. Time of The Season (Extended Mix)

Maya leaned into Leo’s ear. "Let's go outside," she said. "The sun’s coming up, and I think I finally understand what the season is for." The organ chirped and growled, getting weirder, more