[Minimalistic chamber choir pop. Female contralto, heartfelt, unhurried, soothing, playful, softly epic, gently trip-hop. Unusual melodic phrasing. Cello, soft piano, upright bass, brushed drums. Spacious, with silence between phrases and brief instrumental breaths. Keep the arrangement restrained so every word remains clear. Soft instrumental fade.] [Intro — sparse piano, upright bass, a little space] [Chorus — lightly melodic] Don't push the river. Float weirdly and wave at ducks. [Verse 1 — relaxed, playful] Gleeful children named the smallest duck "professor." A waddle is what? A slow, majestic journey to the nearest nap. [Brief instrumental breath] [Verse 2] At the window, still as a riddle with a tail. A night raider quotes Lao Tzu softly in raccoonese. [Short cello and piano interlude] [Verse 3 — half-spoken into melody] Tied my shoes to the question "what's real?" I continue, my hat becomes a small philosophy. [Bridge — sparse, strange, matter-of-fact] My shadow sneezes in reverse. Someone's wig became a bird. [Brief instrumental pause] [Verse 4 — warm, unhurried] No pushing rivers, the sun shows up late today wearing flip-flops. [Chorus — return gently, slightly fuller] Don't push the river. Float weirdly and wave at ducks. [Instrumental breath — cello, piano, brushed drums fall away] [Outro — intimate, almost spoken] When the ducks wave back, all my plans can wait— this matters more. [Short instrumental outro, then silence] ——————— Lyrics: Mario Caoile
