In general, Casey is a common variation of the Irish Gaelic cathasaigh, meaning vigilant, brave, or watchful. At least six different septs used this name, primarily in the Counties of Cork and Dublin.
Casey may refer to:
See Casey (given name) and Casey (surname)
Casey Jones, better known by his stage name Casey Veggies, is an American rapper from Inglewood, California. Since 2007, the young artist has released 5 independent record label mixtapes. under LA clothing and management company Peas&Carrots Intl. His most recent tape, Customized Greatly Vol. 3, was released on April 9, 2012.
Casey Veggies was born in Inglewood, California on July 18, 1993. Veggies started rapping after his junior year in high school.
Casey released his first mixtape Customized Greatly Vol. 1 at the age of 14. While Casey was originally one of the founding members of the hip hop group OFWGKTA, appearing on the groups first effort The Odd Future Tape, he decided to branch out on his own after his first mixtape release. In an interview with Respect Mag, Casey stated it as:
"It’s hard to explain, really, but I just had more of a [different] vision for my own rap career. I wanted to do my own thing."<
Following up that project with Customized Greatly Vol. 2, Veggies began to work closely with friends Joshton Peas and Anwar Carrots to help establish PNCINTL, better known as Peas & Carrots International. Having worked with Def Jam artist YG on his 2nd mixtape, Veggies began to take rap much more seriously. In an interview with The Madbury Club, Veggies discussed how "strategic sponsorships, limited merchandise, organic partnerships, social presence and influence ability have proved fundamental in the success of Peas & Carrots and thus, Casey Veggies".
John Luther ("Casey") Jones (March 14, 1863 – April 30, 1900) was an American railroad engineer from Jackson, Tennessee, who worked for the Illinois Central Railroad (IC). As a boy, he lived near Cayce, Kentucky, where he acquired the nickname of "Cayce" which he chose to spell as "Casey." On April 30, 1900, he alone was killed when his passenger train, the Cannonball Express, collided with a stalled freight train at Vaughan, Mississippi, on a foggy and rainy night.
His dramatic death, trying to stop his train and save lives, made him a hero; he was immortalized in a popular ballad sung by his friend Wallace Saunders, an African American engine wiper for the IC.
Dark-haired Mary Joanna ("Janie") Brady, daughter of the boarding house owner, noticed Jones' remarkable appetite and the way he blushed whenever she flashed him a smile. Jones soon fell in love with her and decided to propose marriage. Since she was Catholic, he decided to be baptized on November 11, 1886 at St. Bridget's Catholic Church in Whistler, Alabama, to please her. They were married at St. Mary's Catholic Church in Jackson on November 25, 1886, and bought a house at 211 West Chester Street in Jackson, where they raised three children. By all accounts he was a devoted family man and teetotaler.
Douglas "Doug" Casey is an American-born economist and advocate of the free market. He is a best-selling financial author, international investor, entrepreneur, and the founder and chairman of Casey Research, a provider of subscription financial analysis about specific market verticals including natural resources/metals/mining, energy, commodities, and technology. Since 1979, he has written, and later co-written, the monthly metals and mining focused investment newsletter, The International Speculator. He also contributes to other newsletters, including The Casey Report, a geopolitically oriented publication.
Casey graduated from Georgetown in 1968 where he was a classmate of Bill Clinton.
An avid traveller and international opportunity seeker, Casey's first book, The International Man (1978), was designed to show readers how to make the most of their personal freedom and global financial opportunities.
His 1979 book Crisis Investing (1979) became the largest selling financial book in history, listing at #1 on the New York Times Best Seller list for a total of 12 non-consecutive weeks.
Dan Casey (November 20, 1862 – February 8, 1943) was a professional baseball player. He was a pitcher over parts of 7 seasons (1884–1890) with the Wilmington Quicksteps, Detroit Wolverines, Philadelphia Quakers and Syracuse Stars. He led the National League in ERA in 1887 while playing for Philadelphia. For his career, he compiled a 96–90 record in 201 appearances, with a 3.18 ERA and 743 strikeouts.
He was born in Binghamton, New York and later died in Washington, D.C. at the age of 80.
Driving in your car
With the windows down
And the beat up stereo
Struggle with this town
Cuz you love to hate it
And hate it to let it go
And we're all alone
And so tired of being
Underrated
So don't take me home
Cuz I feel alive
When you come and save me
A yellow car
Speeding down the Southside freeway
We'll rewrite this movie
Make it end like we want it to
And Casey
When you go
Can you come and find me
Wanna be beside you
When you leave this town
I've been waving goodbye
Pretending not to cry
I want to be someone
If you take me away
All the pain will change
Into a memory...
Of when we were amazing
1989
Summer had hit
But it was not moving
What is it with this town?
Every time we win
It just feels like losing
We were never gonna fit in
I was a mixed up kid
And you were my sanity
In a yellow car
We don't even have to go far
Cuz that song you're playing
Sounds like peace on the radio
And Casey
When you go
Can you come and find me
Wanna be beside you
When you leave this town
I've been waving goodbye
Pretending not to cry
I want to be someone
If you take me away
All the pain will change
Into a memory
Of when we were amazing
When we were amazing
I know things will change
Casey stay the same
Take me away
Oh, we don't have to go far
Yeah, we don't have to go far
I know
Casey
When you go
Can you come and find me
Wanna be beside you
When you leave this town
I've been waving goodbye
Pretending not to cry
I want to be someone
If you take me away
All the pain will change
Into a memory
Of when we were
When we were
Casey
When you go
Can you come and find me
Wanna be beside you
When you leave this town
I've been waving goodbye
Pretending not to cry
I want to be someone
If you take me away
All the pain will change
Into a memory
Of when we were amazing
When we were
Driving in your car
With the windows down
And the beat up stereo
Oh, oh
I wanna
I'm gonna
I wanna
Be someone
I wanna
I'm gonna
I wanna
Be someone
(I will run to you
I will come to you
I will run to you
I will come to you)
Come on and get me
Come on and rescue me
(I will run to you
I will come to you
I will run to you
I will come to you)
Coming through the sky
Like a satellite
Like a radio wave
I knew a girl named Casey
She'd get so fucking high
She didn't want tomorrow
Didn't care if she died
She knew I cared so badly
She wanted me to come
But I couldn't cross that boundary
Simply just too young
She'd take me with her
School day afternoons
We'd drink and talk a while
Her eyes would burn right through
I knew that girl named Casey
No one would understand
She touched my life so briefly
Her life was in her hands
The things that seem so dumb
Were they just for fun?
Destructive and naive
So let the end now come
I'm living in denial
Come stay with me a while
She was the only thing
That killed me with a smile
She gave her life away
Parking lots and alleyways
She cried when she's alone
The one who can't be tamed
One night I came to her
She showed me how it's done
I just removes the part where
All the pain comes from
She put her lips to mine
That summer night we shared
It's what I always wanted
But I would never dare
Things that seem so dumb
Were they just for fun
Don't worry about tomorrow
Because it's not gonna come
One day she go to so loaded
I couldn't wake her up
It was just like a movie
She just ran out of luck
Next time i saw her
They put her in the ground
Three people walked away
Without a sound
I fought my tears so badly
She wouldn't want it that way
I know she's up there laughing
Or down there running the game
I knew a girl named Casey
She'd get so fucking high
She didn't want tomorrow
well i sat and thought about you
on the long ride back to philly
from the way that you'd wear your hair
to the way that you'd laugh when you drank too much
before the plug was pulled, the fires burned out
and all the parties grew bored
you waited tables
i waited for your shift breaks
and gin and casey
you'll still dance inside of me
and i bet i sound like a broken record
every time i open my mouth
i want to wander around the city with you again
like when you waited tables
and i waited for your shift breaks
me and casey
we used to get drunk before we did the dishes
every evening
me and casey used to get high and listen to our boredom
'cause it was so much easier
'cause it was so much easier than dealing with everything
so casey, casey, casey
just tell me when you're ready
i'm all packed to go
on a search for that old place we found forever ago
when we could take my car
yes, she's still got the spirit
we could live,
we could live,
we could live,
and no longer just have to hear it
me and casey
we used to get drunk before we did the dishes
every evening
me and casey used to get high and listen to our boredom
'cause it was so much easier
'cause it was so much easier than dealing with everything
'cause it was so much easier than dealing with everything
Casey caught my sleeve when it was hard for me to be alone
The hem of my sweater was just a couple of threads and when it
Started to unravel you twirled them in your hand
Casey, hold my hand again when I can't turn away
I'm longing for innocence, but now we know our age
Down at the mummers' play you brought your camera
You turned to me and then I saw my reflection
I saw myself just as I was when I lived life a little more each day
Doin' everythin' I was doin' more fearlessly
Now we know..
Casey hold my hand again when I can't turn away
Refrain (Bis): Tu peux m'croire, y'a pas d'espoir
Y'a qu'la douleur ? voir dans nos histoires
Tu peux m'croire, y'a pas d'victoire
Y'a qu'la douleur ? voir dans nos histoires.
Aucune diff?rene dans cette douce France
Entre mon pass?, mon pr?sent et ma souffance
Etre au fond du pr?cipice ou en surface
Mais en tout cas sur place et ha? ? outrance
Mes cicatrices sont pleines de stress
Pleines de rengaines racistes qui m'oppressent
De bleus, de kystes, de peine et de cha?nes ?paisses
Pour les indig?nes ? l'origine de leur richesse
On nous agresse donc on agresse
Ils ont battu des n?gres, viol? des n?gresses
Donc nos plaies sont grosses et mon cr?ne endosse
Angoisse et moral en bassie dans nos blockoss
C'est le blocus sur nos vies en plus
On signale nos pedigree dans nos curcus
Comment veux-tu que ma col?re cesse
Quand le colon est cruel comme le S.S
Refrain (Bis)
C.M.U et R.M.I dans mon roman
Gros nuage et orage dans mon climat
Barbel?s, parabole au panorama
Des comas et des ulc?res ? l'estomac
Des gosses sous trauma et qu'on a pas promu
Et ces payes qu'on vient paumer au P.M.U
Et l'?conomie o? le ch?meur est un ennemi
Et les fins d'mois ? crever dans l'anonymat
Magasins ferm?s, pharmaciens arm?s
Parents autant alarm?s que d?sarm?s
Des regrets, des reproches et des remords
Et des taux d'anti d?presseurs record
Des sorties d'cure et puis ces camps obscurs
On se procure la drogue dure pour une piq?re
C'est sans recours ni issue d'secours
Sans regard de compation pour nos parcours
Refrain (Bis)
Rien ? foutre de vivre pour tenir les poutres
Et voir ? ma fen?tre malheur et mal-?tre
Ne conna?tre que ces remparts qui m'ont vu na?tre
M'ont vu grandir et puis me verront dispara?tre
Et c'est les notres qui sont au centre
Pour subir la peur ou la faim au ventre
Fl?chir ? chaque fois devant Chef et Ma?tre
Et reffl?chir ? tout ?a le soir quand ils rentrent
On nous maltraite de 20h ? 20h30
Nos vies font les gros titres dans leurs chapitres
Les journalistes flippent et leurs coeurs palpitent
S'inqui?tent qu'ont fassent sauter sous tes cockpits
Y'a pas d'espoir dans mon p?rim?tre
Ma c?te est nulle ? leur applaudim?tre
Tu peux m'croire, faire l'?tonn? et sourire avec ironie
C'est le point d'vue des damn?s des colonies
Ils suent, ils tremblent
Ils courent à toutes jambes
Ils prient même le ciel quand on se rassemble
De peur que ça flambe
Ils se cachent et puis verrouillent leurs portes
La nuit quand les banlieusards sortent
Ils voudraient qu'on reparte
Qu'on les laisse seuls
Ils nous voient, ils s'écartent
Dès qu'on arrive, ils s'agitent vite
Tous en fuyant vers leurs apparts
La nuit quand les banlieusards sortent.
Fermez vos portes et puis lumières éteintes
Priez les mains jointes, car les banlieusards sortent
Les rues sont désertes et la ville semble morte
Et toutes les sirènes d'alarme sonnent l'alerte
Les polices les plus expertes
Organisent des cellules de crise et se concertent
Ce conseillent chacune
Pour savoir comment on se comporte
La nuit quand les banlieusards sortent
Plus aucune vitrine ouverte
Grands patrons et banquiers sont sous bonne escorte
Politiciens inquiets, redoutant dégâts et pertes
Demandent à l'armée de venir prêter main-forte
Et toutes les places sont recouvertes
De hauts parleurs qui crachent et puis colportent
Le plan de sécurité, et éviter que la panique ne l'emporte
La nuit quand les banlieusards sortent.
Ils suent, ils tremblent
Ils courent à toutes jambes
Ils prient même le ciel quand on se rassemble
De peur que ça flambe
Ils se cachent et puis verrouillent leurs portes
La nuit quand les banlieusards sortent
Ils voudraient qu'on reparte
Qu'on les laisse seuls
Ils nous voient, ils s'écartent
Dès qu'on arrive, ils s'agitent vite
Tous en fuyant vers leurs apparts
La nuit quand les banlieusards sortent.
L'heure est grave quand on arrive
Des familles entières se réfugient à la cave
Amènent avec elle, juste de quoi survivre
Comme l'indiquent les instructions qu'elles reçoivent
Certains s'enivrent et puis écrivent
Leurs testaments sur la bouteille qu'ils boivent
D'autres lisent ces livres saints qui aident à tenir et réconfortent
La nuit quand les banlieusards sortent
Des âmes trop craintives trouvent
Que les autorités devraient signer la trêve
D'autres se pincent fort la peau et ouvrent
Les yeux, croyant faire vraiment un mauvais rêve
Certains s'énervent, disent que ça prouve
Que depuis longtemps il fallait qu'on les achève
Mais tous au fond éprouvent
Peur, diarrhée et fièvre beaucoup trop forte
La nuit quand les banlieusards sortent.
Ils suent, ils tremblent
Ils courent à toutes jambes
Ils prient même le ciel quand on se rassemble
De peur que ça flambe
Ils se cachent et puis verrouillent leurs portes
La nuit quand les banlieusards sortent
Ils voudraient qu'on reparte
Qu'on les laisse seuls
Ils nous voient, ils s'écartent
Dès qu'on arrive, ils s'agitent vite
Tous en fuyant vers leurs apparts
La nuit quand les banlieusards sortent.
Ca brûle, ça crame
Ca tourne au drame
Ca sent le crime
Et ça sort les armes
Et on tue des hommes
Et on voit des flammes
Et des uniformes
Donc on planque des lames
Ca s'envenime sans états d'âme
Et on les allume sur le bitume
Et on les dégomme, et on les décime
Et on les décharnes avec des mines
Nous que l'on qualifie de polygames
Nous que l'on élève au rang de vermines
Nous que l'on dit fumeurs de Marie-Jeanne
Nous que l'on condamne, emprisonne et puis supprime.
Ils suent, ils tremblent
Ils courent à toutes jambes
Ils prient même le ciel quand on se rassemble
De peur que ça flambe
Ils se cachent et puis verrouillent leurs portes
La nuit quand les banlieusards sortent
Ils voudraient qu'on reparte
Qu'on les laisse seuls
Ils nous voient, ils s'écartent
Dès qu'on arrive, ils s'agitent vite
Tous en fuyant vers leurs apparts