Alphons (Latinized Alphonsus, Adelphonsus, Adefonsus) is a male given name recorded from the 8th century (Alfonso I of Asturias, r. 739-757) in the Christian successor states of the Visigothic kingdom in the Iberian peninsula. In the later medieval period it became a standard name in the Hispanic and Portuguese royal families.
It is derived from a Gothic name, or a conflation of several Gothic names; from *Aþalfuns, composed of the elements aþal "noble" and funs "eager, brave, ready", and perhaps influenced by names such as *Alafuns, *Adefuns and *Hildefuns. It is recorded as Adefonsus in the 9th and 10th century, and as Adelfonsus, Adelphonsus in the 10th to 11th. The reduced form Alfonso is recorded in the late 9th century, and the Portuguese form Afonso from the early 11th.
Variants of the name include: Alfonso (Spanish and Italian), Alfons (Dutch, German, Polish and Scandinavian), Afonso (Portuguese), Alphonse, Alfonse (Italian, French and English), etc.
"Ganjaman 2015" is a song made for a Norwegiangraduation group by Swedish Alfons about a Jamaican figure dealing in ganja and cannabis paraphernelia, with additional references in lyrics to London, Jamaica, "the biggest man" from Ace of Base and from Azkaban, a fictitious prison location in Harry Potter. The single's cover artwork displays drawing of a "ganja man" wearing Jamaican colours and smoking pot.
The song became a big hit in Sweden, reaching number 2 in Sverigetopplistan, the official Swedish Singles Chart. It also charted in Norway and Denmark.
Please tell me how we did this,
We got ourselves into such a mess again.
We've fought so long we can't remember what the hell it was all about.
I can't count the times I've turned around, cheated my promises, and sold you out.
How is this not a waste of time, these blind eyes won't see me through.
I'm feeling for a hand to hold me now, lift the veil, see the truth.
There's so much further left to climb, and not one inch has been secure.
I'm feeling for a hand to hold me now, lift the veil and endure.
Be it my dexterity for long-winded alibis,
But excuses came full circle months ago.
I've wanted to walk away, but it can't be right,
To forget the knocking and throw the fight,
Silence the wanting and blackout the firelight.
I'm digging deep to find resolve to change, will to draw lines.
I'm putting old ways to the knife, I'm dying here this time.
Because honestly I can't relate,
While lying to your face every day.
With webs of lies spun to justify all of my failures.
I've realized my heart's content,
I may never see an end.
So when you need me I'll be outside throwing rocks at the moon every night
'til the day I die.