James Raynard is an English folk singer, guitarist and fiddle player, based… Read Full Bio ↴James Raynard is an English folk singer, guitarist and fiddle player, based in Yorkshire. In 2005 he was signed to One Little Indian Record's folk imprint Unearthed. His debut album Strange Histories was launched at Cambridge Folk Festival and officially released on September 10th 2005. He is also a member of stomping Sheffield-based folk trio Rackaback.
The Cat With The Cream
James Raynard Lyrics
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@MrSuicideSheep
Here are Stephen's lyrics!
He'd trade his guns for love,
But he’s caught in the crossfire,
And he keeps wakin up,
But its not to the sound of birds,
The tyranny, the violent streets,
Deprived of all that we’re blessed with,
And we can’t get enough
Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
That’s caught in the Crossfire
I’d trade my luck to know,
Why he's caught in the crossfire,
And I’m here wakin' up,
To the sun and the sound of birds,
Society’s anxiety,
Deprives of all that we’re blessed with,
We just cant get enough
Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Who’s caught in the Crossfire
Can I trust what I’m given?
When faith still needs a gun,
Whose ammunition,
Justifies the wrong?
And I can’t see, from the backseat,
So I’m asking from above,
Can I trust what I’m given,
Even when it cuts?
So Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught on the cross...
@john2953
He'd trade his guns for love
But he's caught in the crossfire
And he keeps wakin' up
But it's not to the sound of birds
The tyranny
The violent streets
Deprived of all that we're blessed with
And we can't get enough, no
Heaven, if you sent us down
So we can build a playground
For the sinners
To play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around
'Cause you're the only refuge now
For every mother
Every child
Every brother
That's caught in the crossfire
That's caught in the crossfire
I'd trade my luck to know
Why he's caught in the crossfire
And I'm here wakin' up
To the sun and the sound of birds
Society's anxiety
Deprived of all that we're blessed with
We just can't get enough, no
Heaven, if you sent us down
So we can build a playground
For the sinners
To play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around
'Cause you're the only refuge now
For every mother
Every child
Every brother
That's caught in the crossfire
That's caught in the crossfire
Can I trust what I'm given
When faith still needs a gun
Whose ammunition
Justifies the wrong?
And I can't see
From the backseat
So I'm asking from above
Can I trust what I'm given
Even when it cuts?
So heaven if you sent us down
So we can build a playground
For the sinners
To play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around
'Cause you're the only refuge now
For every mother
And every child
Every brother
That's caught in the crossfire
That's caught in the crossfire
Who's caught in the crossfire
Who's caught on the crossfire baby, baby
Who's caught on the cross
@kilonnune
He'd trade his guns for love
But he's caught in the crossfire
And he keeps wakin' up
But it's not to the sound of birds
The tyranny, the violent streets
Deprived of all that we're blessed with
And we can't get enough, no
Heaven, if you sent us down
So we can build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we've made
I hope you got some beds around
'Cause you're the only refuge now
For every mother, every child, every brother
That's caught in the crossfi-
That’s caught in the crossfire
I'd trade my luck to know
Why he's caught in the crossfire
And I'm here wakin' up
To the sun and the sound of birds
Society's anxiety
Deprived of all that we're blessed with
We just can't get enough, no
Heaven, if you sent us down
So we can build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we've made
I hope you got some beds around
'Cause you're the only refuge now
For every mother, every child, every brother
That's caught in the crossfi-
that's caught in the crossfire
Can I trust what I'm given?
When faith still needs a gun
Whose ammunition justifies the wrong?
And I can't see from the backseat
So I'm askin' from above
Can I trust what I'm given, even when it cuts?
So heaven, if you sent us down
So we can build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we've made
I hope you got some beds around
'Cause you're the only refuge now
For every mother and every child, every brother
That's caught in the crossfire
That's caught in the crossfire
Who’s caught in the crossfire
Who's caught in the crossfire, baby, baby
Who's caught on the cross
@Ahmed.Pianoman
Lyrics:
[Verse]
He'd trade his guns for love
But he's caught in the crossfire
And he keeps wakin' up
But it's not to the sound of birds
The tyranny, the violent streets
Deprived of all that we're blessed with
And we can't get enough, no
[Chorus]
Heaven, if you sent us down
So we can build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we've made
I hope you got some beds around
'Cause you're the only refuge now
For every mother, every child, every brother
That's caught in the crossfi-
That’s caught in the crossfire
[Verse 2]
I'd trade my luck to know
Why he's caught in the crossfire
And I'm here wakin' up
To the sun and the sound of birds
Society's anxiety
Deprived of all that we're blessed with
We just can't get enough, no
[Chorus]
Heaven, if you sent us down
So we can build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we've made
I hope you got some beds around
'Cause you're the only refuge now
For every mother, every child, every brother
That's caught in the crossfi-, that's caught in the crossfire
[Bridge]
Can I trust what I'm given?
When faith still needs a gun
Whose ammunition justifies the wrong?
And I can't see from the backseat
So I'm askin' from above
Can I trust what I'm given, even when it cuts?
[Chorus]
So heaven, if you sent us down
So we can build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we've made
I hope you got some beds around
'Cause you're the only refuge now
For every mother and every child, every brother
That's caught in the crossfire
That's caught in the crossfire
@Ymgarl
He'd trade his guns for love,
But he’s caught in the crossfire,
And he keeps wakin up,
But its not to the sound of birds,
The tyranny, the violent streets,
Deprived of all that we’re blessed with,
And we can’t get enough,
Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
That’s caught in the Crossfire,
I’d trade my luck to know,
Why hes caught in the crossfire,
And I’m here wakin up,
To the sun and the sound of birds,
Society’s, Anxiety,
Deprives of all that we’re blessed with,
We just cant get enough,
Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Who’s caught in the Crossfire,
Can I trust what I’m given?
When faith still needs a gun,
Whose ammunition,
Justifies the wrong?
And I can’t see, from the backseat,
So I’m asking from above,
Can I trust what I’m given,
Even when it cuts?
So Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Who’s caught in the Crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught on the cross,
@user-rv3cm9xt9p
[Verse 1]
He'd trade his guns for love
But he's caught in the crossfire
And he keeps wakin' up
But it's not to the sound of birds
The tyranny, the violent streets
Deprived of all that we're blessed with
And we can't get enough, no
[Chorus]
Heaven, if you sent us down
So we can build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we've made
I hope you got some beds around
'Cause you're the only refuge now
For every mother, every child, every brother
That's caught in the crossfi-, that's caught in the crossfire
[Verse 2]
I'd trade my luck to know
Why he's caught in the crossfire
And I'm here wakin' up
To the sun and the sound of birds
Society's anxiety
Deprived of all that we're blessed with
We just can't get enough, no
[Chorus]
Heaven, if you sent us down
So we can build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we've made
I hope you got some beds around
'Cause you're the only refuge now
For every mother, every child, every brother
That's caught in the crossfi-, that's caught in the crossfire
[Bridge]
Can I trust what I'm given?
When faith still needs a gun
Whose ammunition justifies the wrong?
And I can't see from the backseat
So I'm askin' from above
Can I trust what I'm given, even when it cuts?
[Chorus]
So heaven, if you sent us down
So we can build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we've made
I hope you got some beds around
'Cause you're the only refuge now
For every mother and every child, every brother
That's caught in the crossfire
That's caught in the crossfire
That's caught in the crossfire
Who's caught in the crossfire, baby, baby
Who's caught on the cross
@annar6155
Lyrics
He'd trade his guns for love,
But he’s caught in the crossfire,
And he keeps wakin up,
But its not to the sound of birds,
The tyranny, the violent streets,
Deprived of all that we’re blessed with,
And we can’t get enough
Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
That’s caught in the Crossfire
I’d trade my luck to know,
Why he's caught in the crossfire,
And I’m here wakin' up,
To the sun and the sound of birds,
Society’s anxiety,
Deprives of all that we’re blessed with,
We just cant get enough
Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
That’s caught in the Crossfire
Can I trust what I’m given?
When faith still needs a gun,
Whose ammunition,
Justifies the wrong?
And I can’t see, from the backseat,
So I’m asking from above,
Can I trust what I’m given,
Even when it cuts?
@MrSuicideSheep
Here are Stephen's lyrics!
He'd trade his guns for love,
But he’s caught in the crossfire,
And he keeps wakin up,
But its not to the sound of birds,
The tyranny, the violent streets,
Deprived of all that we’re blessed with,
And we can’t get enough
Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
That’s caught in the Crossfire
I’d trade my luck to know,
Why he's caught in the crossfire,
And I’m here wakin' up,
To the sun and the sound of birds,
Society’s anxiety,
Deprives of all that we’re blessed with,
We just cant get enough
Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Who’s caught in the Crossfire
Can I trust what I’m given?
When faith still needs a gun,
Whose ammunition,
Justifies the wrong?
And I can’t see, from the backseat,
So I’m asking from above,
Can I trust what I’m given,
Even when it cuts?
So Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught on the cross...
@terrorzt4477
How do you find good music?
@GdawgZ_
thx Mr. sheep
@gabrielavasquez5787
excelent!!
@Waarr909
+Taylor Morris He looks for them in the newspaper ^^
@xGiLL
+MrSuicideSheep love when the lyrics get posted!
@Proximity
My favorite song of Stephen's EP. There are a few more tracks that we are going to be posting but this one is the cherry on top (at least for me).
@whoisfrnkl
ooooo hypepe
@Lucas-xy9fu
+Proximity Blake :D You were the first one to upload this new track so thank you too!
@nia-aaa
I love you :D