As it, describes the high. With air, it complies. A running ascension. Less a brace, it denies. If it’s first was a ‘T’: It’s how to keep the line. If your grip has a slip, You can kiss it goodbye.

I begin before memory and end after breath. I change every moment yet remain the same. You spend me but cannot save me, learn from me but never finish me. Some fear losing me, others fear wasting me. What am I?

I'm in the small gestures of life. The hug you give your child, the morning coffee for your wife. Sometimes I'm a bumpy ride, but if I'm strong enough, in the end you'll be alright.

I’m where the vinyl’s spirit moves, A winding path the needle proves. I’m carved in circles, far out, smooth. Find me, friend, and feel the ? The ? is in the heart! What am I?

One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, we're gonna do this around the clock tonight.