Cutspark: The grasses will keep you safe
Cutspark: Hide me from their watchful eyes...
Cutspark: If this old leg could speak... he'd show you the riches below
Cutspark: A discarded soul still shines in the sun
Cutspark: The Gauntlet
Cutspark: Goodbye God, I'm Going to Bodie
Cutspark: There's gold in those hills ..if you can weather the storm
Cutspark: When the dust settles, you can rein over this carnival of silence
Cutspark: Hold my heart ..but where's her gun!