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Weapon was born with an imagined bass riff improvised on the piano by Alexander during the night of July 4th. Since he avoids all form of human contact during national holidays, these evenings often produce what become classic songs. That riff got tucked into bed with a funk-rapes-bluegrass melody and a chorus that screams, "We don't quite know yet how to write stomping indie dance music but hey we don't know how to dance either and we're still doing it!" Now, Alexander had what he called a "trance-out theme" that he would often play as a technical piano warm-up, and, conveniently, it fit with the song. As for lyrical content, well, I guess anything can turn violent if the moment is right... or wrong, and the band has a stupidly intellectual fascination with the unfixed side of that which is fixed: hence, "anything is a weapon." There's a certain frantic, heroic despair throughout the song, the kind of go-nowhere neon landscape you find in the coda of Roger Dodger. So, you know, it's good to trance out to avoid thinking about that stuff when you're right in the middle of it.