P.O.D. (Payable on Death) es una banda estadounidense de rock que se ha ganado un lugar en la historia de la música con su combinación única de rock alternativo, metal y rap. Originaria de San Diego, California, P.O.D. ha recorrido un largo camino desde sus inicios en la década de 1990, pasando por múltiples altibajos y demostrando una gran resiliencia a lo largo de su carrera. Este es un recorrido por la fascinante historia de P.O.D., una banda cuyo legado sigue resonando hasta el día de hoy.
La historia de P.O.D. comienza en 1992 cuando Marcos Curiel (guitarra) y Noah "Wuv" Bernardo Jr. (batería) formaron el grupo, poco después se les unió Mark Daniels en el bajo. Finalmente, Sonny Sandoval, primo de Wuv, se convirtió en la voz principal y completó la formación original. Desde sus primeros momentos, P.O.D. se destacó por su potente mezcla de estilos, que incluía elementos de rock, metal, rap y reggae, junto con influencias del punk.
En 1994, P.O.D. lanzó su primer álbum Snuff the Punk de manera independiente. Este trabajo, aunque rudimentario, atrajo la atención de la escena underground y sentó las bases para lo que vendría después. Dos años más tarde, en 1996, lanzaron su segundo álbum Brown, que consolidó su reputación y les permitió darse a conocer a un público más amplio dentro de la escena independiente.
El verdadero punto
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Checkmate, pull the plug on a fake
Get to steppin too late, gotta take em, break em down
One testify, see the fire in his eyes
We determine the ghost when a warrior cries that sound
Spirit flips, soul spits. Meditate on the words from the King's lips
Apocalyptic, psalm scripted, prophet's eyes
Armageddon come quick, It's a death wish, of a white witch
Come inside and I'll tell you were the beast live
Come inside and I'll tell you were the beast live
Mark My Words, Mark My Words
Mark My Words, Mark My Words
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Soul that's raised by a rush through your veins
Gonna bring the pain, You can see it's goin down
Frontline, nobody left behind. Rebel soul, let em know
when it's time you better hold your ground.
Regulate, interrogate, cause the enemies loose and he's out for the take
Under no faith, leaving no trace, another one took by an old hate
It's a death wish, of a white witch
Come inside and I'll tell you where the beast live
Come inside and I'll tell you where the beast live
Mark My Words, Mark My Words
Mark My Words, Mark My Words
Mark My Words, Mark My Words
Mark My Words, Mark My Words
Who's got that witch? Who's got that witch? Who's got that witch?
Who's got that witch? Who's got that witch? Who's got that witch?
Who's got that witch? Who's got that witch? Who's got that witch?
Who's got that witch? Who's got that witch? Who's got that witch?
Who's got that witch? Who's got that witch?
Be not far from me,
For trouble is near,
And there is none to help.
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Mark My Words, Mark My Words
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Mark My Words, Mark My Words
Mark My Words, Mark My Words
Mark My Words, Mark My Words
Mark My Words, Mark My Words
Mark My Words, Mark My Words