1) Casey is a Wels… Read Full Bio ↴There are multiple artists with the name "Casey":
1) Casey is a Welsh melodic hardcore band formed in South Wales, United Kingdom in 2014. The band formed shortly after vocalist Tom Weaver and guitarist Liam Torrance left previous projects, Continents and Hot Damn respectively.
Originally formed as a studio band under the name Well Wisher, Weaver and Torrance later recruited Toby Evans, Max Nicolai, and Scott Edwards, and began producing material with the intention of performing live. After a brief hiatus while Weaver auditioned to join the band Northlane, the name Well Wisher was dropped, and the band relaunched under the name Casey. The name is derived from both Weaver's love of the album Casey by The Rise of Science, and also Torrance's tribute to the late Hawthorne Heights guitarist, Casey Calvert.
On December 1st, 2018, the band released a statement explaining that they have decided to disband following a final UK/European tour and a one-off headline show in the US in 2019. Casey's music has been described as "packed to the rafters with emotionally charged guitar lines and captivating, heartfelt lyrics" and "mix of rhythmic atmosphere, spoken word, hardcore guitar and more into the tracks guaranteed to move you and tell you a vivid story.", leading to them being categorized as post-hardcore, melodic hardcore, hardcore punk, emotional hardcore, shoegaze and alternative rock.
In the years following Casey's disbandment, Smith formed the bands Asidhara and Mourn, which was with members of Continents and Wilderness, and released their debut single on August 5, 2021, while Nicolai and Torrance formed Exit Dream alongside vocalist Wesley Thompson, formerly of Napoleon and Climates, and session musician Rob Hawkins.
On December 1, 2022, the band announced that they had reformed and that they had booked five tour date in the United Kingdom and mainland Europe between January 12 and 20, 2023. After every one of the dates sold out, they announced on December 11 that had booked additional dates in London and Oberhausen and upgraded the date in Manchester. In a January 2023 interview with Clash magazine, Weaver explained the reunion came about when Torrence contacted him about reforming only days after his split from his fiancée, which Torrence was unaware of. In the following weeks, the band's final lineup then began to meet one another, and soon writing again. On December 6, 2022, they released the single "Great Grief", the first song written as a band following their reunion, which was followed on January 3, 2023, by the single "Atone".
Forward to September 15, 2023, they released the single "Puncture Wounds To Heaven", and announced it would be a part of their upcoming third studio album.
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2) Casey (real name Cathy Palenne, born june 28, 1975 in Rouen France), is a French rapper. She currently resides in Blanc-Mesnil, Seine-Saint-Denis. Casey claims her rap as being the rap of the sons of immigrants and not French rap. The themes most often addressed in her music are the problems of racism, police violence, as well as France's slavery and colonial past.
Casey has worked with the collective Zone Libre, a rock project that brings together Noir Désir guitarist Serge Teyssot-Gay, Yann Tiersen guitarist Marc Sens and Sloy Cyril Bilbeaud's drummer. Hamé de La Rumeur also collaborates. The album L'angle Mort" was released in 2009 and was followed by a tour of France. Her last album with Zone Librey was Les Contes du chaos.
3) Casey (also known as Casey McQuillen) is a US singer/songwriter guitarist with two EPs: "The You Matter Tour: Live and Acoustic" and "Beautiful".
Une lame dans ma veste
Casey Lyrics
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J'ai vu ta tête dans la presse
J'irai ou tu restes
Avec une lame dans ma veste.
Une lame dans ma veste, chez toi je me poste
Te piste et t'accoste
Et ensuite te moleste
Tu flippes et tu masques
La pisse dans ton froc
Et t'agrippes à mes basques
Passe tous mes disques
Ou sinon je te confisque
Ces bijoux grotesques
Et les dents qu'il te reste
J'insiste et ajuste
Ma lame dans ton buste
Ne fais plus un geste
Ouais, je sais c'est injuste
Tu pleures ? T'es triste ?
Qui parle de désastre ?
Quoi ? Ton parrain est ministre ?
Je m'en tape complètement
Quand je veux je te dévaste
Avec ces grandes calottes que je t'administre
Putain d'opportuniste, quasi-esclavagiste
Toi, t'es qui pour me rayer de la play list ?
Tu disais comme ça que mon rap est néfaste
Tiens prends ça c'est lui qui t'encastre.
J'ai ton nom, ton adresse
J'ai vu ta tête dans la presse
J'irai ou tu restes
Avec une lame dans ma veste.
Et à l'improviste à ton taf je m'incruste
Tu cries, tu résistes
Mais trop tard, tu dégustes
Petit journaliste de mon cul tu t'offusques
Mais je t'avais dit quand tu veux je te débusque
T'as pris trop de risques en critiquant mes textes
Mon style, ma voix, mon crew, ma caste
T'as fait l'humouriste et maintenant je te séquestre
Regarde quel contraste
T'as l'air moins enthousiaste
Ne fais pas l'autiste car ceci n'est qu'un zeste
Un aperçu modeste des techniques que je teste
Depuis plusieurs mois tu étais sur ma liste
Je t'ai laissé ta chance, allez sois réaliste.
J'ai ton nom, ton adresse
J'ai vu ta tête dans la presse
J'irai ou tu restes
Avec une lame dans ma veste.
Hé toi l'artiste, le grand, le robuste
Oui, oui, toi là bas appuyé sur l'arbuste
Tu veux jouer les rustres mais si tu persistes
Je te blesse à l'aide de l'instrument de ton bassiste
On dit que tu pestes contre moi, me déteste
Et raconte partout que je suis intégriste
Parce que j'aime le rap de puristes qui empeste
Non pas ton sale son fait avec des choristes
Hé qu'est-ce qui se passe ? Où t'as mis ton vice ?
T'as plus de face et en plus y'a ton corps qui se crispe
Et puis tu rouspètes car tu prends une vraie rouste
Mais fais pas la tête si tu veux fais mes boosts
Ouste, glisse, oui, le monde est vaste
Ramasse ton pianiste et son vieux leust' de rasta
Avant que je te déleste de tes bagues de ton poste, de ta veste
Et te laisse en galère, gare de l'est.
J'ai ton nom, ton adresse
J'ai vu ta tête dans la presse
J'irai ou tu restes
Avec une lame dans ma veste.
The lyrics to Casey's "Une lame dans ma veste" portray a violent retaliation fantasy, where the singer threatens to harm those who have crossed her in some way. The first verse describes how the singer has obtained information about the target, and how she plans to use a blade hidden in her jacket to confront them. In the second verse, the singer describes how she tracks down a journalist who has criticized her music and holds him captive, inflicting violence upon him. In the third verse, the singer addresses an unnamed artist, threatening to harm him and his bassist with their own equipment, and accusing him of making "sale son" (dirty music) with a chorus.
The song is a commentary on the violence that is often present in hip-hop music, and in particular, the male-dominated industry's tendency to squash female voices. The lyrics expose the frustrations that many women in the genre face, and the pressure they experience to conform to the male-dominated norm.
Casey's choice to use violent imagery and language is a deliberate poetic device to challenge the audience and confront them with the reality of the music industry. It is a call to action for change and greater representation for women and marginalized communities in hip-hop.
Line by Line Meaning
J'ai ton nom, ton adresse
I have your name and your address
J'ai vu ta tête dans la presse
I saw your face in the press
J'irai ou tu restes
I will go where you stay
Avec une lame dans ma veste.
With a blade in my vest.
Une lame dans ma veste, chez toi je me poste
With a blade in my vest, I'll post up at your place
Te piste et t'accoste
I'll track you down and approach you
Et ensuite te moleste
And then I'll molest you
Te frappe, te brusque
I hit you, rough you up
Tu flippes et tu masques
You panic and hide
La pisse dans ton froc
You pee in your pants
Et t'agrippes à mes basques
And grab onto my coattails
Passe tous mes disques
Play all my records
Ou sinon je te confisque
Or else I'll confiscate them
Ces bijoux grotesques
Your grotesque jewelry
Et les dents qu'il te reste
And the teeth you have left
J'insiste et ajuste
I insist and adjust
Ma lame dans ton buste
My blade in your chest
Ne fais plus un geste
Don't make a move
Ouais, je sais c'est injuste
Yeah, I know it's unfair
Tu pleures ? T'es triste ?
You cry? You're sad?
Qui parle de désastre ?
Who's talking about a disaster?
Quoi ? Ton parrain est ministre ?
What? Your godfather is a minister?
Je m'en tape complètement
I don't care at all
Quand je veux je te dévaste
Whenever I want, I'll destroy you
Avec ces grandes calottes que je t'administre
With these big blows that I give you
Putain d'opportuniste, quasi-esclavagiste
Fucking opportunist, quasi-slave driver
Toi, t'es qui pour me rayer de la play list ?
Who are you to remove me from your playlist?
Tu disais comme ça que mon rap est néfaste
You were saying that my rap is harmful
Tiens prends ça c'est lui qui t'encastre.
Here, take this, it's him who jams you up.
Et à l'improviste à ton taf je m'incruste
And unexpectedly I'll show up at your workplace
Tu cries, tu résistes
You scream, you resist
Mais trop tard, tu dégustes
But it's too late, you'll taste it
Petit journaliste de mon cul tu t'offusques
Little journalist, you're offended by me
Mais je t'avais dit quand tu veux je te débusque
But I told you, whenever I want, I'll track you down
T'as pris trop de risques en critiquant mes textes
You took too many risks by criticizing my lyrics
Mon style, ma voix, mon crew, ma caste
My style, my voice, my crew, my caste
T'as fait l'humouriste et maintenant je te séquestre
You tried to be funny, and now I'm kidnapping you
Regarde quel contraste
Look at how things have changed
T'as l'air moins enthousiaste
You seem less enthusiastic
Ne fais pas l'autiste car ceci n'est qu'un zeste
Don't play the autistic, this is just a taste
Un aperçu modeste des techniques que je teste
A modest preview of the techniques I'm testing
Depuis plusieurs mois tu étais sur ma liste
For several months, you were on my list
Je t'ai laissé ta chance, allez sois réaliste.
I gave you your chance, come on, be realistic.
Hé toi l'artiste, le grand, le robuste
Hey you, the artist, the big, the strong one
Oui, oui, toi là bas appuyé sur l'arbuste
Yeah, yeah, you over there leaning on the shrubs
Tu veux jouer les rustres mais si tu persistes
You want to play rough but if you keep it up
Je te blesse à l'aide de l'instrument de ton bassiste
I'll hurt you with your bassist's instrument
On dit que tu pestes contre moi, me déteste
They say you're angry against me, you hate me
Et raconte partout que je suis intégriste
And tell everyone that I'm an extremist
Parce que j'aime le rap de puristes qui empeste
Because I love raw rap that stinks
Non pas ton sale son fait avec des choristes
Not your crappy sound made with choristers
Hé qu'est-ce qui se passe ? Où t'as mis ton vice ?
Hey, what's happening? Where's your vice?
T'as plus de face et en plus y'a ton corps qui se crispe
You have no more face and in addition your body's cramping up
Et puis tu rouspètes car tu prends une vraie rouste
And then you're complaining because you're taking a real beating
Mais fais pas la tête si tu veux fais mes boosts
But don't be mad, if you want, do my promotions
Ouste, glisse, oui, le monde est vaste
Get lost, slide away, yes, the world is vast
Ramasse ton pianiste et son vieux leust' de rasta
Pick up your pianist and his old Rasta gear
Avant que je te déleste de tes bagues de ton poste, de ta veste
Before I remove your rings, your job, your vest
Et te laisse en galère, gare de l'est.
And leave you in trouble, East station.
Contributed by Kaelyn C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.