Formed in 2009, the Archive Team (not to be confused with the archive.org Archive-It Team) is a rogue archivist collective dedicated to saving copies of rapidly dying or deleted websites for the sake of history and digital heritage. The group is 100% composed of volunteers and interested parties, and has expanded into a large amount of related projects for saving online and digital history.
History is littered with hundreds of conflicts over the future of a community, group, location or business that were "resolved" when one of the parties stepped ahead and destroyed what was there. With the original point of contention destroyed, the debates would fall to the wayside. Archive Team believes that by duplicated condemned data, the conversation and debate can continue, as well as the richness and insight gained by keeping the materials. Our projects have ranged in size from a single volunteer downloading the data to a small-but-critical site, to over 100 volunteers stepping forward to acquire terabytes of user-created data to save for future generations.
The main site for Archive Team is at archiveteam.org and contains up to the date information on various projects, manifestos, plans and walkthroughs.
This collection contains the output of many Archive Team projects, both ongoing and completed. Thanks to the generous providing of disk space by the Internet Archive, multi-terabyte datasets can be made available, as well as in use by the Wayback Machine, providing a path back to lost websites and work.
Our collection has grown to the point of having sub-collections for the type of data we acquire. If you are seeking to browse the contents of these collections, the Wayback Machine is the best first stop. Otherwise, you are free to dig into the stacks to see what you may find.
The Archive Team Panic Downloads are full pulldowns of currently extant websites, meant to serve as emergency backups for needed sites that are in danger of closing, or which will be missed dearly if suddenly lost due to hard drive crashes or server failures.
He is born, the divine Christ child, Play the musette and the bagpipe merrily; He is born, the divine Christ child, Sing we all of the Savior mild.
Through long ages of the past Prophets long have foretold His coming; Through long ages of the past, Now the time has come at last.
He is born, the divine Christ child, Play the musette and the bagpipe merrily; He is born, the divine Christ child, Sing we all of the Savior mild.
O how lovely, O how pure Is this perfect child of heaven; O how lovely, O how pure Gracious gift to humankind.
He is born, the divine Christ child, Play the musette and the bagpipe merrily; He is born, the divine Christ child, Sing we all of the Savior mild.
Jesus, Lord of all the world, Coming as a child among us; Jesus, Lord of all the world, Grant to us Thy heavenly peace.
He is born, the divine Christ child, Play the musette and the bagpipe merrily; He is born, the divine Christ child, Sing we all of the Savior mild, Sing we now the divine Christ child!
‘Twas in the moon of wintertime When all the birds had fled, That mighty Gitchi Manitou Sent angel choirs instead. Before their light the stars grew dim, And wandering hunters heard the hymn: Jesus your King is born! Jesus is born! In excelsis gloria!
Within a lodge of broken bark The tender babe was found; A ragged robe of rabbit skin Enwrapped His beauty round. And as the hunter braves drew nigh, The angel song rang loud and high: Jesus your King is born! Jesus is born! In excelsis gloria!
The earliest moon of wintertime Is not so round and fair As was the ring of glory On the helpless infant there. The chiefs from far before him knelt With gifts of fox and beaver pelt. Jesus your King is born! Jesus is born! In excelsis gloria!
O children of the forest free, O sons of Manitou, The holy child of earth and heaven Is born today for you! Come kneel before the radiant boy Who brings you beauty, peace and joy: Jesus your King is born! Jesus is born! In excelsis gloria!
I heard the bells on Christmas day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace of earth, good will to men.
I thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along the unbroken song Of peace on earth, good will to men.
And in despair I bowed my head: “There is no peace on earth,” I said, “For hate is strong, and mocks the song Of peace on earth, good will to men.”
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: “God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to men.”
Till ringing, singing on its way, The world revolved from night to day A voice, a chime, a chant sublime, Of peace on earth, good will to men.
I danced in the morning when the world was begun, And I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun; I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth, At Bethlehem I had my birth.
Dance, then, wherever you may be, I am the Lord of the dance, said he, And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be, And I’ll lead you all in the dance, said he.
I danced for the scribe and the Pharisee, But they would not dance and they wouldn’t follow me; I danced for the fishermen, for James and John; They came with me and the dance went on.
Dance, then, wherever you may be, I am the Lord of the dance, said he, And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be, And I’ll lead you all in the dance, said he.
I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame; The holy people said it was a shame. They whipped and they stripped and they hung me on high, And they left me there on a cross to die.
Dance, then, wherever you may be, I am the Lord of the dance, said he, And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be, And I’ll lead you all in the dance, said he.
I danced on a Friday when the sky turned black; It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back. They buried my body and they thought I’d gone, But I am the dance, and I still go on.
Dance, then, wherever you may be, I am the Lord of the dance, said he, And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be, And I’ll lead you all in the dance, said he.
They cut me down and I leapt up high; I am the life that will never, never die. I’ll live in you if you’ll live in me; I am the Lord of the dance, said he.
Dance, then, wherever you may be, I am the Lord of the dance, said he, And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be, And I’ll lead you all in the dance, said he.
Angels from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o’er all the earth;
Ye who sang creation’s story,
Now proclaim Messiah’s birth.
Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Shepherds in the field abiding,
Watching o’er your flocks by night,
God with man is now residing,
Yonder shines the Infant Light.
Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Sages, leave your contemplations;
Brighter visions beam afar;
Seek the great Desire of nations,
Ye have seen His natal star.
Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Saints before the altar bending,
Watching long in hope and fear,
Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In His temple shall appear.
Though an Infant now we view Him,
He shall fill His Father’s throne;
Gather all the nations to Him,
Every knee shall then bow down.
Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Formed in 2009, the Archive Team (not to be confused with the archive.org Archive-It Team) is a rogue archivist collective dedicated to saving copies of rapidly dying or deleted websites for the sake of history and digital heritage. The group is 100% composed of volunteers and interested parties, and has expanded into a large amount of related projects for saving online and digital history.
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