I am blue, yet my smell is that of red paint.

Take away my first letter and you'll be in a hurry, but keep it and you'll be untangled. What am I?

I march in single steps, I feast only sideways. Born a foot-soldier, I dream of crowns. A leaping steed is poison to me. But if I cross the world, I can be anyone. What am I?

I climb with no muscles, I fall without pain. I swallow crowds but never chew, Then spit them out again. I live between numbers. What am I?

I'm right under you. But take away my first and I'm on top of you.