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QUARANTAPES VOL. III (2021)

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Lessons EP cover

LESSONS (debut EP, 2019)

Review:

“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. 3 (2021 EP)

Fall All Apart

Where have you gone now, 
I hope you found a nice play to stay.
Are you feeling used, or was it just me yesterday. 
I’m searching for it, is it deep down in your core?
When you’re feeling hollow, it’s a tough pill to swallow

I don’t need to be reminded that it’s over,
And I don’t mean to do this right here.
And I don’t need you to call me when you’re sober
And I don’t mean to fall all apart 

This whiskey bottle won’t wash my blues away.
This rock ’n’ roll won’t keep me loaded anymore.
These cocaine eyes won’t hide the pain that’s in my soul,
When I’m lost in sorrow and there’s no tomorrow.

I don’t need to be reminded that it’s over,
And I don’t mean to do this right here.
And I don’t need you to call me when you’re sober
And I don’t mean to fall all apart 

Is it me, or is it you, tell me where it is you wanna go…

Lyrics and music by Mason Adams Project
Copyright 2021, Mason Adams Project, All Rights Reserved

Well I’ve been traveling  down this lonesome trail
And it’s been too long, but I figure what the hell, 
Time to strap up my boots, saddle up my steed, 
And get back to you, get back to you.

It’s sundown when I cross the Colorado, 
And I’m chasing shadows, hiding from the moonlight
And as the wind blows on, I hear them voices telling me, 
Better get back home, better get back home.

I just can’t wait to get back home, gotta get back home.
I just can’t wait to get it on, we’re gonna get it on.

Her letters smell like her perfume
I can hear her laughter, it’s filling up the room,
And when she smiles it’s like the whole world stops and stares for a while
That ain’t why I left though, I was running from the law, with all those bank notes.
Killed a deputy in the Fall, and if the sheriff and his posse catch wind, 
They’ll hang me at dawn, Yea, I’ll swing at dawn

I just can’t wait to get back home, gotta get back home.
I just can’t wait to get it on, we’re gonna get it on.

They must’ve known the plan though,
No sneaking through at night, and climbing through her window.
It was on the edge of town, when they grabbed me and hauled me off jail. 
Whose got my bail? Whose got my bail?
And it must’ve been midnight as they were reading me my rights, 
I heard a soft voice enter through the side door, and the chuck of that 12 gauge 
Followed by “Stick ‘em up, he’s coming with me … He’s coming with me.”
And we fled into the night looking for a rail to catch.
Two lovers on the run from the Sheriff and his men.
We’ve been gone for 7 years, and … 

I just can’t wait to get back home, we’re gonna build us a home.
I just can’t wait, to get it on, we’re gonna get it on.

 

Lyrics and music by Mason Adams Project
Copyright 2021 Mason Adams Project, All Rights Reserved

 

Do you believe the lies they’re feeding you
Is there any truth masked behind those lies?
When the administration is out to ground you, 
Will you reach the sky with a battle cry?

And can’t you feel them lurking in the shadows,
They’re always in tune with what you do 
When the walls are closing in around you,
Will you feel your soul with right to do?

Who are you running from this time 
Don’t you think it’s time we stand and fight 
When the daunting day has come to find you 
Who will you be standing beside? 

And can’t you feel them lurking in the shadows,
They’re always in tune with what you do
When the walls are closing in around you will you, 
Will you feel your soul with right to do?

Right to do 
Right to do 
All that’s left is right to do 
Right to do 
Right to do 
All that’s left is right to do.

 

Lyrics and music by Mason Adams Project
Copyright 2021, Mason Adams Project, All Rights Reserved

 

Lyrics: quarantapes vol. 2 (2021 EP)

By Mason Adams Project

Well I’ve been wasting my time, 
Trying to find a reason why, 
Got to escape the confines
of my mind and let go. 

I’ve got to go 
I’ve got to go 
I’ve got to go 
I’ve got to go 

Been going out of my mind 
Still tripping over what’s behind, yeah 
No I cannot rewind, 
Fast forward and I’m gone 

I’ve got to go 
I’ve got to go 
I’ve got to go 
I’ve got to go 

And when I unwind 
The service always starts without me
I’m looking for a good time, 
Don’t let the party start without me. 

I’ve got to go 
I’ve got to go 
I’ve got to go 
I’ve got to go 

By Mason Adams Project

So you’ve gone and messed it all up again 
You’ve been living large, behind the shaw You’re everyones best friend 
Like a movie star, the shiny cars, done ruined you again. 
It’s a shame you play the game that nobody ever wins.

You don’t have to play this game no more, 
Don’t have have to play this game no more. 
Cause I’m sure you’re tired of losing and waking up on the floor 
You don’t have to play this game no more. 

Last night I stumbled in after 2, 
Yes, I’m a star at my local bar, 
Been a regular since before you. 
But your closet stood there empty, 
With a note stuck by the door.

She said she ain’t gonna play this game no more.
She ain’t gonna play this game no more. 
She ain’t gonna play this game no more 
Because his promises are empty, 
And he’s let her down once more 
She ain’t gonna play this game no more. 

That’s the last time I’m feeling sick over you. 
I must be gone, I’m moving on, still getting over you. 
Cause you left me high and dry, said you were only going to the store,
No I ain’t gonna play this game no more.

I ain’t gonna play this game no more 
I ain’t gonna play this game no more
Cause I’m strong enough this time not to open that front door.
I ain’t gonna play this game no more. 

You ain’t gotta play this game no more. 
You ain’t gotta play this game no more. 
Cause there’s more to life than envy and always wanting something more. 
You don’t have to play this game no more

By Mason Adams Project

A young man turned 22
Headed down to the liquor store to get a pint of booze
Not knowing where he’s going
Or what else is left to do 
He sat down, cried into his hands
As he took a sip or two.

It ain’t too hard to whip a man 
It ain’t too hard to whip a man 
It ain’t too hard to whip a man 
When he’s already down. 

A soldier man sits around wondering where she’s been 
100 days without a word and he’s missing her again 
But there’s that mail call every Tuesday
There’s a letter for him there
She said she’s found another man 
and she’s moving to Delaware. 

It ain’t too hard to whip a man 
It ain’t too hard to whip a man 
It ain’t too hard to whip a man 
When he’s already down. 

An old man turned 92
L
ost his dog, his family’s gone, 
And almost everyone he knew.
The Great Depression or Recession or even World War II
Couldn’t break this man from his plan;
What is your excuse?

And you can do it if you try; Just wait on change a little while. 
Keep your head held high,
Yes you can do it if you try…

Lyrics: quarantapes vol. 1 (2020 EP)

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

I cut my teeth in this town
My first drink, my first hell raised, my first heartbreak
There’s a few who hang around.
Brides who thought they’d marry their way out
a couple of mothers, who may have come too soon,
buddies of mine, that don’t know what to do

We were just a couple of kids looking for a good time, 
racing hard and fast for that finish line
Along the way we lost a few of our own, 
but at the end of the day, 
we still call it home, we call it home.

My senior year was all backroads and beer,
when we lit that bonfire, I almost shed a tear,
ankle deep in water, and running for our lives,
if you asked me to change it, I wouldn’t think twice
No, Hell No

We were just a couple of kids looking for a good time, 
racing hard and fast for that finish line
Along the way we lost a few of our own, 
but at the end of the day, 
we still call it home, we call it home.

It’s been years now, and things are still the same,
except for the women and a few restaurant chains.

We were just a couple of kids looking for a good time, 
racing hard and fast for that finish line
Along the way we lost a few of our own, 
but at the end of the day, 
we still call it home, we call it home.

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
(2019 ep)

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

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

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

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

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LESSONS

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