An immram (/ˈɪmrəm/; plural immrama; Irish: iomramh, IPA: [ˈʊmˠɾˠəw], voyage) is a class of Old Irish tales concerning a hero's sea journey to the Otherworld (see Tír na nÓg and Mag Mell). Written in the Christian era and essentially Christian in aspect, they preserve elements of Irish mythology.
The immrama are identifiable by their focus on the exploits of the heroes during their search for the Otherworld, located in these cases in the islands far to the west of Ireland. The hero sets out on his voyage for the sake of adventure or to fulfill his destiny, and generally stops on other fantastic islands before reaching his destination. He may or may not be able to return home again.
The immrama are generally confused with a similar Irish genre, the echtrae or "adventure". Both types of story involve a hero's journey to an "otherworld", whether a Christian paradise, a fairyland, the land of the gods or a utopia. They are distinguished by date; echtrai are older, dating from the 7th century, while the earliest immram dates only to the 8th century.David Dumville argues that the immrama include more Christian thinking than the more pagan genre of echtrae and that, whereas the purpose of the echtrai is to enhance understanding of the old gods and the land in which they live, in an immram these pagan elements occur as a challenge to the hero's faith. In an echtrae the protagonist only ever goes to one location and may arrive in the otherworld with no explanation of the journey, whereas in an immram the hero always has multiple adventures on several islands.
Philip Bailey, Allee Willis A.Z. Giles
Het gets wild at night
Gotta sleep all day
'Cause he's wound so tight
Blowing his brains away
He's in the land of the free
And he wants to be
Someone they all say will make good
But what's reality when you're from the hood
It's evil yea, yea, yea
(Chorus)
Evil, Evil Roy, who is fooling who
Don't you know Evil Evil someone
watching you
Well he got no job so he peddling-fear
Trying to push so hard
No way out of here
It's just the law of the street
Too much heat
Pressure cooking, gonna explode
But where you gonna be
if you lose control
it's evil yea yea yea
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Can't you see that your way
Is going nowhere fast
And your time is just running out
Fighting fire with fire
It will never pass
If evil's what your life's about
(Out Chrus)
When you take never giving
Hide the pain
You stop living