Coordinates: 51°25′54″N 2°32′38″W / 51.4316°N 2.5439°W / 51.4316; -2.5439
Brislington is an area in the south east of the city of Bristol, England. It is on the edge of Bristol and 10 miles (16 km) from Bath. The Froome, locally nowadays called the Brislington Brook, runs through the area in the woodlands of Nightingale Valley. Brislington houses the HTV West Studios on Bath Road and this is situated next to the historic Arnos Vale Cemetery which is currently undergoing restoration after a lengthy public and newspaper campaign. The name of the town is sometimes inaccurately thought to be a pun reflecting the fact that it is a neighbourhood in Bristol similar to Islington in London.
The parish of Brislington was historically part of the Keynsham Hundred in Somerset,
Brislington is also near to the site of the now demolished chapel of St. Anne's-in-the Wood (actually located in nearby St Anne's), erected by one of the Lords de la Warr, whose family held the manor of Brislington from the late 12th to the mid-16th century; in the 15th century the chapel was a place of pilgrimage, visited by Henry VII). After the chapel was demolished following the Dissolution of the Monasteries, a house called "St. Ann's" was built at the site by Thomas Avery in the mid-17th century. During the 18th and 19th century Brislington contained many country homes due to its reputation as a picturesque country village.
You can take your things and go real far
I will sit right here play my lonely guitar for you
Diving in real fast makes you wanna step back
If you don’t know the truth I know you will soon
I will sell my car, leave this awful state
We will sell our things leave it up to fate
Because nothing here is fine
Until you leave it all behind
A scapegoat up there, something we can both share
I will take my things and go real far
You can sit right there, play your lonely guitar for you
If you don’t know by now then you’ve got no clue
I will stand by you and I’ll tell the truth
If the land were sea then I’d be your salt
You would know by then that it’s not your fault
Because everything is trite until you leave it all behind