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Brokopondo
Brokopondo is a capital town of the Brokopondo District, Suriname. It is located on the west shore of the Suriname river, just north of the Afobaka dam. Brokopondo can be reached via the road from Paranam to Afobaka. There's a granite monument made by sculptor Jo Rens, displaying two men: one standing with a parrot and one sitting and writing. It ought to symbolize the past and the future.
Demographically, the largest ethnic group of Brokopondo are the Maroons.
There's a large beach next to the Suriname river near the city centre.
Brokopondo District
Brokopondo is a district of Suriname. Its capital city is Brokopondo; other towns include Brownsweg and Kwakoegron.
The district has a population of 15,909, and an area of 7,364 square kilometres.
Brokopondo district is the site of a large reservoir, the Brokopondo Reservoir near Afobakka (built between 1961 and 1964), which produces hydroelectric power that provides approximately half of the domestic electrical need.
The district has several waterfalls, including the Irene Falls and Leo Falls. In the rainforest of Brokopondo, there are large reserves where a diverse variety of wildlife exists.
Recently, gold has been discovered in the Brokopondo district, and this has led to many new settlers arriving in the district, both from other parts of Suriname and from the rest of the world.
Resorts
Brokopondo is divided into 6 resorts (ressorten):
Coordinates: 4°46′21″N 55°07′46″W / 4.77250°N 55.12944°W / 4.77250; -55.12944
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Breakpoint
by: Megadeth(Originally appeared on "Super Mario Bros." soundtrack)
Making some holes for the needle to find,
.... and just let it slide.
You try to find you inside of me,
Be as great as you want me to be.
Hypocrit, the word that fits,
Do as you say not as you do.
You're pushing me to a breakpoint,
Pushing me, push,
Push me to a breakpoint.
Self-esteem you seem to lack,
You point your finger, three pointing back.
So's the illusion of old golden dance,
Evil's contagious and life ain't that fair.
Criticists, the word that fits, Put me down to lift you up.
You're pushing me to a breakpoint,
Pushing me, push,
Push me to a breakpoint.
Once in pain, the only pleasure,
Fascination, this sick disaster.
Suffering since you were born,
Mess with the bull you'll get the horn.
Misery, the word that fits,
Times are good when times are bad.
You're pushing me to a breakpoint,
You're pushing me, Pushing me, To a breakpoint.
In my opinion as a professional,
I recommend we straight-jacket the son of a bitch,
Lock him in a rubber room, Sedate him, Heavily,
And when he wakes up, if he wakes up,
We'll see if he can be a nice boy.
Sedate me? Ha, cool! Straight jacket? Hey! Hey! Let go of me! Hey!...
Breakpoint, You push me to a breakpoint.
Breakpoint, You push me to a breakpoint.