I never ran the race, but I cross the finish line, I sit in silence, but I loudly say that you're mine, I have no heart, yet I hold all your pride, On the highest shelf is where I reside. What am I?

A guitarist, singer and a drummer, Are merged in this reusable rubber.

I have a long, slender nose, And hold a liquid inside. I help machines run smoothly, With a careful squeeze or slide. What am I?

A genuine necessity for any homeowner, it catches all of the rain. It's also the place where, metaphorically, I like to keep my brain.

Holds the past in frames and stone, Where giant dinosaur bones are shown.I Whispers tales of ancient times, Without a voice, without rhymes. You walk inside and look around, Where history's quiet gems are found.