Robert Neuenschwander | Eminent Domain Music: American History

Go To Artist Page

Recommended if You Like
Chicago The Byrds

More Artists From
United States - Washington

Other Genres You Will Love
Rock: Folk Rock Jazz: Jazz-Rock Moods: Featuring Saxophone
Sell your music everywhere
There are no items in your wishlist.

Eminent Domain Music: American History

by Robert Neuenschwander

Using both the power of vocals and instrumentals, and crossing the genres of folk, rock and jazz, this music takes you in unexpected directions, funky, thought provoking or grabbing your legs to dance!
Genre: Rock: Folk Rock
Release Date: 

We'll ship when it's back in stock

Order now and we'll ship when it's back in stock, or enter your email below to be notified when it's back in stock.
Continue Shopping
available for download only
Share to Google +1

To listen to tracks you will need to update your browser to a recent version.

  Song Share Time Download
1. Islands (feat. Greg Yasinitsky & Amara Reitz)
3:52 $0.99
2. Waters Fall (feat. Greg Yasinitsky & Amara Reitz)
5:09 $0.99
3. And I Love You (feat. Greg Yasinitsky)
4:42 $0.99
4. You Can't Take It Back (feat. Greg Yasinitsky & Amara Reitz)
5:47 $0.99
5. One Two Three
3:32 $0.99
6. Homeless
2:52 $0.99
7. Charred Beams and Broken Glass (feat. Greg Yasinitsky)
5:21 $0.99
8. Gotta' Be Kind (feat. Greg Yasinitsky)
4:02 $0.99
9. American History
7:43 $0.99
10. Life as a Circus (feat. Greg Yasinitsky & Amara Reitz)
4:25 $0.99
11. Goa Fisherman (feat. Greg Yasinitsky)
6:01 $0.99
12. Rivers Carry You Away (feat. Greg Yasinitsky)
5:12 $0.99
13. Mr. B
2:46 $0.99
14. Another Day at the Office (feat. Greg Yasinitsky)
4:29 $0.99
Downloads are available as MP3-320 files.


Album Notes
Robert Neuenschwander studied piano and trumpet as a child. When he turned 18, his musical interests expanded to guitar. In the mid 70's, he began writing songs, and by the late seventies began performing at various musical gatherings in Olympia, Washington with Daniel Maguire (bass and penny flute) and Jenny Woods McLaughlin (vocalist). In 1980, he met Lubomir Wachtl, a Czech guitarist and song writer. They performed together as street musicians across Alberta, British Columbia, and the Yukon Territories and continued their musical collaboration for several years while planting trees in Oregon, California, Idaho, Montana, and Colorado. In 1986, Bob studied Chinese bamboo flute, and performed guitar concerts at the Sichuan Music Conservatory, and the No. 1 Cloth Factory in China (the latter with Lubomir Wachtl). In West Africa he was introduced to djembe drumming, and later to the didgeridoo while traveling in Australia. In 2001, he released his first album - Club of Two, a collaborative project with Julie Silvera (vocalist), Charles Argersinger (piano) and Gretchen Gunter (oboe). In 2015 he released his second album – Eminent Domain Music: Vol. I a collaborative project with Greg Yasinitsky (saxophone), David Loewus (clarinet), Julie Silvera (vocals) and Amara Reitz (vocals). Email:

Gregory W. Yasinitsky, Regents Professor of Music and Director of the School of Music at Washington State University, has an international reputation as a composer, arranger and saxophonist. He is a member of the Washington State Music Educators Hall of Fame and a recipient of grants and awards from the National Endowment for the Arts, The Commission Project, Artist Trust and ASCAP, Yasinitsky has performed with Randy Brecker, Sean Jones, Ed Calle, Alex Acuna, Kirk Whalum, Claudio Roditi, Conrad Herwig, Sarah Vaughan, Ella Fitzgerald, Ray Charles, Louis Bellson, Stan Getz, Lionel Hampton, Lou Rawls, Manhattan Transfer, and many others. He has written music especially for David Sanborn, Clark Terry, Dave Liebman and the USAF "Airmen of Note" big band. Yasinitsky has over 185 published musical works performed in over forty countries world-wide and his compositions and saxophone playing are featured on over forty CD recordings. Yasinitsky is a Yamaha performing artist and JodyJazz Artist. Under Yasinitsky's leadership, the WSU Jazz Studies Program has received widespread recognition including awards from Down Beat magazine, invitations to perform at prestigious conferences and top awards at major jazz festivals. Email:

Amara Reitz, trained as a classical and jazz singer, has been singing professionally for several years now. She is a graduate of Washington State University, where she participated in VoJazz and has worked under Seattle based jazz singer and song writer Greta Matassa. Email:

Album cover design by Cody Muir. Email:

Music recorded and mastered at Palouse Music, Pullman, WA. Robert Neuenschwander: song arrangements, lyrics, vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, piano, keyboards, percussion. Greg Yasinitsky: soprano and baritone saxes (Islands, Waters Fall, And I Love You, You Can’t Take it Back, Charred Beams and Broken Glass, Gotta' Be Kind, American History, Life as a Circus, Goa Fisherman, Rivers Carry You Away, Another Day at the Office). Amara Reitz: vocals (Islands, Waters Fall, You Can’t Take It Back, Life as a Circus).


Waters Fall

Why do these flights of raging birds
Abrade my lonely solitude
They pitch and dive, they’re oh so sly
Against the sorrows passing time

Change, change, change, change

Now crawl upon the earth you worms
For you, that have no home
Your caves are filled with arcing fish
Giving chase amongst the foam
Make haste, oh you that linger in
The shimmering of tide pools
For soon the fires shall prick your ribs
Till leather rests upon the dew

The winds of change, it’s all the same
Around the bend and through the glade
With joyous shrills voices curd
The milk from skies as waters fall

You Can’t Take it Back
Navel gazing leaders
Leading from behind
Spewing out barbs
From their bottom feeding brine

Words are doors that close
Words are doors that close

You can’t take it back
You can’t take it back

Citizens gathered like clowns
In a fools’ galley
Regurgitating their slog
Because it makes them happy

Cannons ablaze
Metal in my belly I am afraid
Blatant disregard, disrespect, meanness
A punch in the dark


Spare change brother
Spare a quarter sister

Life is full of strangeness
It can take a sudden turn

Wrong friends
Or associates
Drags the dream away
In a puff of smoke it’s all gone
“I may have issues,” he raised
“I was this person, like it never…”
Like you before, it was all taken away

Spare change brother
Spare a quarter sister

Someone to cast a wide arc around
Avoid at all costs

Charred Beams and Broken Glass

Harry was a lumberjack
Built his life from wood
Billy was an educator
Surrounded himself with books

Charred beams and broken glass
Charred beams and broken glass
Searching for meaning
For things that came to pass

Then there came another
Who one day was their lover
A triad of passion and feeling
Filling the spaces of each other

Standing tall before a window
Harry felt that surge of power
Gunned his friend down
Burned his house to the ground

The sheriff gathered clues
Puzzle pieces to explain
How love could become so twisted
To ghosts of living pain

They buried what was left of him
In a place no one remembers now
They say he was still alive
As his walls came tumbling down

Gotta’ be Kind

Gotta’ be kind, gotta’ be kind, gotta’ be kind
Gotta’ be kind, gotta’ be kind, gotta’ be kind
Gotta’ be kind, gotta’ be kind, gotta’ be kind
Kindness reigns

Gotta’ be kind, gotta’ be kind
Gotta’ be kind, gotta’ be kind
Gotta’ be kind, gotta’ be kind
Kindness reigns

Gotta’ be kind, gotta’ be kind, gotta’ be kind
Gotta’ be kind, gotta’ be kind, gotta’ be kind
Want to do something for someone
Gotta’ be kind, gotta’ be kind, gotta’ be kind
Kindness reigns

American History

Salmon in the river, river now be damned
Competing interests scrambling for all the water it can
Farmers in their fields eking out a living from the land
Tribal nations longing for fish they can’t have

American history, American history

OxyContin pickers picking blooms of dire relief
Spin pain into devastating everlasting peace
While mourners in their pews howl out in grief
And pharma moguls sow the seeds of hungry corporate greed

Worker on the pier, shipping freight at the docks
In containers piled high to places he can’t pronounce
To feed consumer frenzy repressed by decades that were lost
As he imagines his job hitching a ride out on waiting open trucks

Violence on the streets every side has its cause
Lines drawn in blood that no one dares to cross
Numb from it all we turn a weary eye
As community leaders grapple with the loss

On any given day I could really start to drown
But I don’t want to be that man that’s only looking down
I have to play the long game, have faith in what’s ahead
Remind myself that on any given day there is someone
Somewhere doing something that’s absolutely amazing
As I dance to thoughts that are at once hopeful and sad

Goa Fishermen

A boy kicks a pufferfish
Over and over it rolls
Into the milky wash and spume
Till crested it surges
Back to the platter of jewels
A banquet for jackdaws
By unlikely invitation

Women squat on their haunches
Near the place where all the sea
Lies in a heap
On a writhing summit
A courtly lobster stands
The king of the mountain
He’ll be the first to be sold

I am there
Goa fishermen
I could be one of them
Goa fisherman

I’ve climbed mountain peaks
Watched starry nights
As others lay asleep
Felt the vibe
Of a vibrant city street
The tickle of the dew
As it pressed against my feet

But who has seen more
Than the fisherman
Who gazes over the sea
As if it was his friend
While knowing
Beneath each and every wave
There lay an open grave

Rivers Carry You Away

Rivers carry you away
Tides they bring you home
You will never be as alive as when
You immerse yourself into the unknown

Push and pull, push and pull
Never knowing where that road will lead you
Push and pull, push and pull
Not knowing what lies on the other side
It’s in your blood and bones
This thing that makes you want to go
To the wishing well of experience

You can always tell a tourist
He’s the one casting out stones
Out to a sea that wants no more
Then to heave them back to shore

Mr. B

Baby showers
Birthday flowers
Living day to day
Soccer games
Growing pains
Nothing more to say

Mr. B
He has his worries
They’re just different from yours or mine
Wags his tail
Never fails
To greet me at the door

I wonder what
He dreams about
When darkness calls his name
Running wild
Through fields of grass
Tracing all that went before

Home work, school work
Merge together
Fading into grey
And through the fog
I hear Mr. B
Calling me to play



to write a review