My songs travel legions I've lived longer than you Yet I ended up as oil for you

Biblically, I’m the cause of Adam and Eve’s fall from grace In plumbing, I’m used to loosen clogs in a tight space Alternatively, you may get called me if you do something two-faced.

Although not destructive, an instrument of war I could be; Once I am beaten, across a field I will roar loud and free!

People think I helped with the bomb, but I said no. I watched my people die, and I wanted no more. I fled from my homeland, my brilliance well known. To America I went and made a new home. I continued to theorize, postulate, and investigate The hidden things of time and space To further advance the human race.

Three to start, a place to lay, more temporary than permanent. Three to follow, which weighs more, a group of feathers or bricks of the same value. Put together and you have a soft ball, picked by hand until a gin came along to spare fingers.