Amy Kuney
When I was 13 years old, my dad was ‘called’ to be a missionary in Honduras… Read Full Bio ↴When I was 13 years old, my dad was ‘called’ to be a missionary in Honduras. As a family, we weren’t ‘cut out’ for the mission field – I had no idea my world was about to be kicked over on its side. One moment I was busy doing homework and planning slumber parties, the next moment I suddenly found myself in a third world country recovering from a hurricane. I went into culture shock as the poverty, disease, and the idea that human life isn’t so precious in other parts of the world… slowly seeped in.

Most children grow up in ‘phases’ – I was given no time for that. I took on the mental weight of an adult the moment I stepped out of that tiny TACA airplane… and into the rest of my life. In fact, the only evidence that I even had a childhood exists in a black 32×17 Rubbermaid trunk. I bought the trunk to protect my books, CDs, and photo albums from the Honduran heat and humidity. Today, I keep the trunk in my closet. It contains stacks of letters from my 8th grade Sunday school class… wishing me well, wishing me luck. It contains letters I wrote to myself… promising myself I would get out alive. It contains the jewelry I wore the day I was kidnapped… the photographs that were taken minutes before it happened, photographs of a dear friend who gave his life so that I could live. It contains fragments of a life that I shut away until now…

When I began writing for this album, I opened the trunk for the first time in years. The overwhelming smell of dark mahogany, coffee, and burning sugarcane (the smell of Honduras) hit me like a wall, and I knew that all the memories I’d stifled were begging to be brought to life. I also knew that I was being presented with a choice: I could let these memories, and the experiences that they represent, cuff me, paralyze me, and make me bitter… or I could turn them into something beautiful… something that other people could relate to and, hopefully, find comfort in. This is my gift.
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all downhill from here (feat. Tim Myers) Can't pull myself out of the bed It's…
Angel Tangled in the Telephone Lines Verse 1: I prayed I prayed on my knees On my knees? Oh…
Appreciate Your Hands Verse 1: You try, you try, you strive You aim to please …
Bird's Eye View Verse 1: Birds are cattle of the sky They graze on heaven?…
Bird's Eye View Intro Birds are cattle of the sky They graze on heaven's lawn A…
Chocolate In the morning Goodbye kisses And all the misters Kiss…
Gasoline Rainbows Wherever the rain goes Leaves gasoline rainbows On the water…
Hope A Little Harder I don't Have the bravery to say What I What I really want…
In The Dark Failure, my friends have left and I'm still here. Like a…
Kiss Me Like You Mean It I know I may seem pretty though I takes a lot…
Love is Trippy Verse 1: A third party at a table for two I'm…
Rocket Surgery Verse 1: You've marched To your pomp and your circumstan…
Simple Things Verse 1: Simple things We take pleasure in the simple th…



So Help Me God Ooh, yeah, yeah Ooh, yeah, yeah ooh I smelled your thoughts…
Thank You For Last Night Verse 1: A taste, can last me miles I know you waste…
Time Machine Verse 1: Look, I?ve built a time machine To take us back…
Under My Bed Verse 1: Come to my window, my house is asleep I?ll leave…
Waiting For You Listening to meaningless noise Trying to sing with a muted v…
Where I Can't Follow Your storms have worn me out I′ve been chasing You up and…
Would You Miss Me Verse 1: Monday, Monday dreaming oh, it always ends the sam…


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