I speak without a mouth... I speak without a mouth... I speak without a mouth... I speak without a mouth... I speak without a mouth... I speak without a mouth...

One waits beneath a faucet’s flow, another pulls ships to the depths below. Though little else is quite the same, Both answers share a common name.

I hold every word that was ever said yet never once open my mouth, I know north and east and west and yet I always start from south. What am I

I start with a word like who or why, I hunt for truth beneath the sky, I have no answer of my own yet send the curious mind to roam, I end with a curve that hooks the air and dare you find what waits in there. What am I

I am a hearty soup, a Mexican delight, But also a boy band, shining ever so bright. What am I, known for both flavor and fame?