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Ola Isene (2 June 1898, Rødenes – 6 May 1973) was a Norwegian opera singer (baritone) and actor.
Isene studied at the Musikkonservatoriet in Kristiania, and made his debut at the Mayol-teatret in 1923. His operatic roles were varied, among them Beckmesser in Die Meistersinger von Nürnberg, Scarpia in Tosca and Amonasro in Aïda – most of them at the Nationaltheatret, which at the time had opera on its programme. He took part in many tours, and also appeared in operettas, including as Schubert in Jomfruburet. In the middle of the 1930s, he moved to theatre and film as an actor.
Isene also played the title role in the three criminal radio plays Inspektør Scott på farten by John P. Wynn, which were broadcast by Norwegian Broadcasting Corporation radio in 1960 and 1961.
He was married to the teacher Haldis Isene.
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You make me sick
I'll tear out those diamond eyes I can't bear to see
Crimson spills on paper skin
They call this tragedy
Remembering the nights when you'd whisper to me soft, "forever more my heart is yours"
Realize those words have died
As the life fades from your eyes
All that I can say is it may not be too late
Try again, make it perfect, make me worth it
Or else die for all I care
If I can not be loved then none shall be
Think of this as I softly kiss your blood glazed lips once more
On this night this thing you call love dies
Your face disgusts me, smile and bear your lies
This broken trust will become your demise
As the life fades from your eyes
All that I can say is it may not be too late
Try again, make it perfect, make me worth it
Or else die for all I care
After today silence will haunt you
Expect no forgiveness for your life will end tonight
Now I grit my teeth and finish what I know must be done
To kill the memory of you... and you said this would be forever
As the life fades from your eyes
All that I can say is it may not be too late
Try again, make it perfect, make me worth it