I needed to sing because nobody else was singing my songs.

En mi silencio sólo falta mi voz.

Sing your song, and if nobody listens, sing it alone and enjoy it.

And so, although I have no lyre, I sing:
For there is a desire, within me - a self-taught hymn

I would sing to console myself. I had no mother on whose shoulder I could rest my head for comfort. There were no stories at bedtime. So I sang. And I cried a lot

I'm singin' this borrowed tune I took from the Rolling Stones,
Alone in this empty room, too wasted to write my own.

Been alone so long
that I've forgotten what to do
how to make the whole thing right
and how to help if she's uptight
and when to run and when to fight...
how to make her stay the night -
that's if I ever knew.

I’ve always chosen all my own material; no one ever told me what to sing or how to sing it, but I’ve always been pressured intensely to use musicians outside of my band.

I wanted just a song to sing, and there came a certain point where I couldn't sing anything. So I had to write what I wanted to sing 'cos nobody else was writing what I wanted to sing.

I am out of humanity's reach. I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech; I start at the sound of my own.

O you singer, solitary, singing by yourself — projecting me;
O solitary me, listening — nevermore shall I cease perpetuating you;
Never more shall I escape, never more the reverberations,
Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me,
Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what there, in the night,
By the sea, under the yellow and sagging moon,
The messenger there arous’d — the fire, the sweet hell within,
The unknown want, the destiny of me.

I just don't hear anyone else making the music I'm making in my head, so I'll have to do it myself.

From my silence, only my voice is missing.

Alone am I, and alone I wish to be;
Alone my sweet love has left me.
Alone am I, without friend or mate,
Alone am I, mournful and angry.