Story Behind the Song
Esmerella was written at a time when my whole life was changing. I had moved back to Oxnard after finishing school up north and spent most of 1998 swinging cocktails at the Majestic Ventura Theatre. I wasn’t sure which direction to go and all options were open. I went back to Humboldt to see my friends, then back down to the bay area and over to Chico. I needed to settle down somewhere but I knew it wasn’t gonna be the beach town where I spent my high school years. As soon as I reached Chico a call came from my Mom. I had been offered a job as a head caretaker on an estate in Ojai. I could live in a beautiful studio on the property and Buddy Blue was welcome too! My mother taught me not to be afraid of taking risks, you can always take a step back if you had the guts to move forward in the first place. Besides, my buddy fit in perfectly with what eventually wound up to be twelve other dogs.
Lyrics
At the end of the midway, at the carnival last Saturday
A purple tent with a sign that read “Fortunes told”
My curiosity got the better of me, I looked around and I stepped inside,
She was waitin’ for me I had a feelin she would tell me why.
Esmerella the fortune teller, told me a thing or two.
She said you can’t go back to someplace you’ve never been.
So stop this cryin’ and fill this emptiness, go start something new.
Go on, blow on like a feather in the wind.
I picked my bag up and went outside, looked at the stars up in the sky.
Bought a ticket for a northbound midnight train.
Didn’t know where it was headed, but I was sure it was somewhere fine,
And something was waitin for me at the end of the line.
Esmerella the fortune teller, told me a thing or two.
She said you can’t go back to someplace you’ve never been.
So stop this cryin’ and fill this emptiness, go start something new.
Go on, blow on like a feather in the wind.
I was the last off the train that night, a little tired but I was feelin’ alright,
I saw a little caf that was open late.
The old man smiled as I came through the door he said “Honey, what’ll it be?”
I said “Mister, that’s something Esmerella forgot to tell me.”
Esmerella the fortune teller, told me a thing or two.
She said you can’t go back to someplace you’ve never been.
So stop this cryin’ and fill this emptiness, go start something new.
Go on, blow on like a feather in the wind.
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