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Lessons [released 2019]

“Folk-rock band Mason Adams Project recently released its debut EP, showing off frontman Mason Adams’ songwriting chops and gritty, emotion-packed vocals. Their original tunes feature lyrics that are easy to understand and relate to but also sophisticated enough to often be malleable to the listener’s own experiences, too.

“Musically, Mason Adams Project lives in the folk-rock space, its sound balancing a gritty, grunge-rock background balanced nicely with a bright and hopeful mandolin, featured heavily throughout their sets. Adams’ own experiences as a public school teacher and coach lend his songwriting a realistic yet encouraging air.

“I’d advise keeping an ear out for Mason Adams Project: this young Dallas-based band has a future so bright they’ve gotta wear shades.”

– Kristal Kuykendall, Dallas Observer & Live For Live Music

Lyrics: quarantapes vol. 1

Headed out for Santa Fe in a beat up Chevy Van
Gonna see how far I can go
Only brought one bag of clothes and my old guitar, Rose
She’s the perfect companion out on the trail
I left it all in Dallas staying fearless on my way
and I feel it’s time for me to make a change

And I could probably use a pen pal
Someone to talk to from the road
Lord knows it’s hard to tell
and I could probly stand a letter from my momma, that’d be best,
but i ain’t got no forwarding address, no I ain’t got no forwarding address.

Woke up this morning and that’s all I needed to do
Threw on my blue jeans and I laced up my shoes
And I am letting go of the bullshit 
That’s been keeping me from life
This time I’m going to do, I’m going to do it right

And I could probably use a pen pal
Someone to talk to from the road
Lord knows it’s hard to tell
and I could probly stand a letter from my momma, that’d be best,
but i ain’t got no forwarding address, no I ain’t got no forwarding address.

Been at it for months now, it seems I’ve made my way,
picking on this 6-string every night and day
And I ain’t got it all, no, but you can say I’ve been blessed
Dear Momma, here’s my forwarding address

And I could probably use a pen pal
Someone to talk to from the road
Lord knows it’s hard to tell
and I could probly stand a letter from my momma, that’d be best,
Dear momma here’s my forwarding address
Dear momma here’s my forwarding address

We used to go camping and fishing, it was the place to shoot our guns.
Let’s get out of town, and go have a little fun
And you could get a 30-pack of Stones for 14.95
Just as long as you could see over the steering wheel to drive
That ol’ blue barn never closed, not even on Christmas Day.
And if you knew where you was going, you could take backroads all the way.

And if you need a good time, she’ll surely deliver,
but you better watch out for that old Red River.
She flows steady as can be,
carving out the land,
Revealing truths, and covering lies underneath all that sand.
And if you need a good time, she’ll surely deliver,
but you better watch out for that old Red River.

I fell in love one day, underneath that river bridge,
I knew it wouldn’t last long, hell we were only kids.
Summertime would come and go, but the memories remain,
Without all those river days, life wouldn’t be the same.
And I lost my favorite pocket knife, but let me tell me you what I’ve gained
Stories to last a lifetime, and enough laughs to heal the pain.

And if you need a good time, she’ll surely deliver,
but you better watch out for that old red river.
She flows steady as can be,
carving out the land,
Revealing truths, and covering lies underneath all that sand.
And if you need a good time, she’ll surely deliver,
but you better watch out for that old Red River.

We’re all grown now, just doin’ the best we can,
With kids of our own, out there playing in that sand.
Sunburns will come and go,
And the past will teach the change,
All the lessons we need to learn, in a world that’s gone deranged.
When you need to escape, or just some place to go
She’ll listen to your problems, as you listen to her flow.

And if you need a good time, she’ll surely deliver,
but you better watch out, for that old Red River.
She flows steady as can be,
carving out the land,
Revealing truths, and covering lies underneath all that sand.
And if you need a good time, she’ll surely deliver,
but you better watch out for that old Red River. 

Lyrics: Lessons ep

A wise old owl sat on an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard
I wish I could be like that wise old bird

My grandpa was a wise old guy
Blue collar, never wore no tie
Look you straight in the eye, shake your hand …and never tell a lie

He taught me all I know about right from wrong
and how to work hard until the daylight’s gone.
Respect is often earned and not received.

Don’t keep all your eggs in one basket
Save some money for winter time
And when the going gets tough the tough get going

A wise old owl sat on an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard
I wish I could be like that wise old bird

Taught me manners and to say my prayers
To keep your faith in the man upstairs
And if somebody starts a fight you finish it

Respect your elders and all women too
Swallow your pride, even when you lose
Be a good sport and never make excuses

Always do what you say you’ll do
Be on time and always keep your cool
Let your word be good and always lend a hand.

A wise old owl sat on an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard
I wish I could be like that wise old bird …

Music and Lyrics by Mason Adams

I thought I told you, get outta my way, and I don’t know you anymore.
I’m traveling on, along a different highway,
Just can’t wait to be alone.
Cause you made your bed, now it’s time you lie there, and I don’t love you anymore.
I brought you in, and opened your eyes, but it’s
Time to close that door.

Maybe it’s all part of the plan,
To make me an unbreakable man,
Mold me like nobody else can.
Maybe it’s all part of the plan.

Been living wrong, for way too long
And I come crawling back for more.
What do I do, when i’ve lost myself,
The spoon ain’t empty anymore.
Need something new, an empty page
And I’m so sick of being alone.
Brand new shoes, and a brand new groove
Done picked myself up off the floor.

Maybe it’s all part of the plan,
To make me an unbreakable man.
Mold me like nobody else can.
Maybe it’s all part of the plan.

When all the grey begins to fade, and all that’s left is white …

 

Music and lyrics by Mason Adams

Take your smile
I sit back and think for a while,
About where I been and where I’m going
Just like an untamed beast out in the wild,
Like a raging river, and I’m flowing.
And who am I to take your smile?
I’m still reaching out for you.
And maybe it was worth your while
But who am I to take your smile?

When yesterday’s dead and gone,
The future is bright and its glowing
Just like a star up in the sky,
I’m one with the wind and I’m blowing

And who am I to take your smile?
I’m still reaching out for you.
And maybe it was worth your while
But who am I to take your smile?

I sit back and think for a while
About where we are and where we’re going
My aches for you can’t be denied
And I got this feeling deep inside….

‘Cause I just wanna make you smile
I’m so wrapped up inside of you
I promise I’ll make it worth your while
Cause I just wanna make you smile.

Music and Lyrics by Mason Adams

She cries out in the middle of the night,
Please can someone help me
Hes at the bottom of the bottle again and I can’t breath
I’ve been here a time or two,
But I was able to finish the fight
Can somebody please help me,
‘Cause I can’t take much more tonight, she cries

Make me a turtle dove, so I can fly far from here.
Let me soar high above, and live without no fear.
Clean my wounds and mend my heart so I can learn to love again.
Won’t someone please help me, I’m in a battle that I can’t win.

He comes home after work
And she’s nodding out again,
She’s gone to cross the bridge,
It’s the curtain call within.
She been here a time or two,
Barely clinging onto life,
Somebody please help her,
She might not make it through the night, he cries

Make her a turtle dove so she can fly far from here,
Let her soar high above and live without no fear,
Clean her wounds and mend her heart so she can learn to live again,
Somebody please help her, she’s in a battle that she can’t win.

He comes home after school,
And straight to his bedroom, there’s a pain inside that he can’t hide
And he’s rattled to the bone.
He’s been here a time or two
Beaten up, black and blue
back in class, the teacher asks
Who did this to you? She cries

Make him a turtle dove so he can fly far from here,
Let him soar high above and live without no fear,
Clean his wounds and mend his heart so he can learn to trust again.
Won’t somebody please help him, he’s in a battle that he can’t win.

 

Music and lyrics by Mason Adams

Hold my hand through the darkness, till we see the morning light
The pain only lasts till your numb
If we love one another, my sisters and my brothers.
The hurt will fade away when daylight comes.

Got that dirt off your shoulders, and your moving boulders
It’s better for the soul than the morning sun.
When it’s time to fight, you set your sights,
And you’ll stand victorious when the fighting is done.

Hold my hand through the darkness, till we see the morning light
The pain only lasts till your numb
If we love one another, my sisters and my brothers.
The hurt will fade away when daylight comes.

Feeling like a hundred bucks, you can see it in your strut,
Let your love light shine, and your spirit flow
When you’ve cleaned out your closet, and found a 20 in your wallet
The burden is no longer weighing down on you.

Hold my hand through the darkness, till we see the morning light
The pain only lasts till your numb
If we love one another, my sisters and my brothers.
The hurt will fade away when daylight comes.

 

Music and lyrics by Mason Adams

mason adams project in the media

Mason Adams Project featured in The Epic Artist Spotlight, September 2019

Mason Adams interview featured in Voyage Dallas, July 2018